Allyson in Natter:
You can meet my cat. She does not speak English.
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Allyson in Natter:
You can meet my cat. She does not speak English.
Noise Design: I'm just going to hang out here, waiting to dial 911 when it's needed to save the AC hijinks...
Allyson: That would be cute and funny if one of the poor wee dainty gurlies didn't just ASSEMBLE A SPACESHIP THAT IS ON ITS WAY TO MARS.
In Bitches: Clovis the Devilbunny: will have to do tune-up next time zombie is in range. then hit him with hammer. then a bigger hammer. soon fix problem.
From amych, by way of BF, in the Angel thread (non-spoilery):
From the BF (necessary context: said at dinner): "Angel's dumb enough to try to have an argument with this table. The table would win."
erikaj: I have to fill out the stupid form, which is just like Stupid Yellow form I filled out two months ago. One thing, it asked "How did you entertain yourself before your injury?" Given that I was a fetus, I'm tempted to write "Swimming."
Mathy Natter:
Emily: So I'm right, then? With integers 2 = 1+1 because we need something to call 1+1? Like... for the same reason two people are a couple of people?
DX:Of course. If you have one person, and couple them off with another person, you then have two people, not 1.78 people.
Sarameg: Except when the other person has a chainsaw and a knife and fork and promptly saws off .22 of the other person and eat it.
flea, in Natter, on the subject of real live minions.
Next year, due to budget cuts, I will be able to hire .63 student. I hope I get parts with a brain attached.
kat perez, in Natter:
What are a neutrinos and do they live in baby oil? I put baby oil on my skin every morning after my shower to keep my it soft and I'd hate to think I'm rubbing some sterile neutrinos all over me in the process. Although I suppose sterile ones would be better than fertile ones because I'd hate to wake up and find myself pregnant with a neutrino baby. Then I'd have to go out and find the neutrino baby daddy and take him on the neutrino Maury Povich show so Maury could give him a paternity test while I sat there telling the audience "Look at my baby. My baby look just like him! Just like him Maury!" And then the neutrino audience would yell and raise the roof and boo the no good neutrino who walked away from me and my neutrino baby. But neutrino Maury would cut to commercials just before revealing the paternity while I cried and neutrino daddy jumped up and flipped the chair all the while protesting that it wasn't his.
Drat! Juliana beat me to Kat!
ita: I don't think algebra makes anything better.
MiracleMan:
Hee hee. Love the new Annie.
"No, you'll never escape the poverty. You'll probably have to eat the damn dog. And you'll never, ever, be able to afford proper eyeballs with irises and pupils. Sorry. Have some gruel."
Mwa. Ha. Ha.