Ah heck, I'm COMMing the lot.

Katie M: It took me literally years before I figured out that English kids didn't just have a strange penchant for exploring dark places with flaming pieces of wood. Finding out that "torch" is English for "flashlight" was one of the great revelatory experiences of my childhood.

Amych: I dunno -- I found it kind of disappointing, but that may just be because I spent all those years fantasizing about being allowed to play with open flames myself.

Holli: You know, the older I get, the more I find that "geek=pyromaniac" is something that holds true everywhere.

Leigh, in Natter, on movies made in the 1960s:

Lord, I'm feeling young. Like a zygote. Only with typing skills.

In UnAmerican:

Emlah: If I was going to insult New Zealand I'd say: Ha ha!!! Tom Cruise likes you!!!

Aimee, in Bitches:

<tiptoes in>

....and The Bitches slept. And dreamed beautiful dreams, dreams of elves and boys in make-up and fic and slash and slashable fic and all that made them happy. For The Bitches are the bless-ed Buffistas. Where things can be shared and love given and support had and any kind of -ma sent your way so that only good things happen in life. And when there is sadness or money problems or spouses on the fritz or cramps, The Bitches are there. And when right wins over wrong, and justice has overpowered injustice, The Bitches are there. And when fashion sense goes awry, and someone wears something bad, The Bitches are there. And when evil landlords or bad jobs or shitty-exes rear their heads, The Bitches are there. And when Lush is slow on the shipment, or Amazon has lied about sending the new HP, The Bitches are there. The Bitches are everywhere. We're in your neighborhoods, in your schools, and in your livejournals. We embody all that is good and porny.

So sleep, Bitches. And dream of the good that will be done tomorrow. And the lives that are vibed, and the souls that are hugged, and the bastards we shall smite. Dream on, Bitches. Dream on.

<soft rain of glitter>

<tiptoes out>

I don't know, maybe it's crude, but I have to COMM this....

Allyson, in Natter:

I sometimes refer to all sterotypical male romance figures as Lance Steelcock.

Susan W. in Buffy/Angel Spoilers, spoilery for Buffy 7.22:

Someday, five or ten years from now, when she's cookies, she's going to meet a nice man with a pulse to settle down with. I'm calling him Guillermo, because in the Jossverse, you can get away from vampires, but you can't get away from Williams.

Susan W, in spoilers (spoilery for S7, no NAFDA spoilers)

S/B 'shipper that I am, I'm entirely convinced of two things:

1. She loved them both, in different ways. Love is complicated.

2. Someday, five or ten years from now, when she's cookies, she's going to meet a nice man with a pulse to settle down with. I'm calling him Guillermo, because in the Jossverse, you can get away from vampires, but you can't get away from Williams.

[damn you, wee ita!]

Ha! Beat you!

Probably because I was carrying less quotation weight, but still.

Wow, I got COMM'ed. My day is made, and I was sail above the petty annoyances of meetings, even though FB will be at one of them. Seriously.

In Natter:

Angus: And if that doesn't get me COMMed, then I give up, people!