Steph L:

Have a cold. Want to know where all the snot comes from.

No, seriously -- if, when you *don't* have a cold, the snot isn't there, and then it's suddenly there when you have a cold, it clearly is coming from some part of your anatomy that's being cannibalized. And I want to know -- is it my brain that I'm sneezing out?

Plei in Buffy and Angel Spoilers:

Is it necrophilia when they're both dead?

Now catching up in Natter:

Madrigal Costello: According to one friend, drinking a ton of water before bed, then keeping a notebook in the bathroom helps, because you can write down the dream when you wake up in the middle of the night having to pee.

...She came up with the theory when she started being able to remember her dreams for the first time, when she was pregnant and waking up every couple hours to pee. She had a surprising number of dreams about being a borscht belt comic.

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Ginger: The man who installed my wooden front door expressed the opinion, at some length, that women were incapable of staining and varnishing. I, who had been refinishing furniture since I was 10, was supposed to go out and find a man to finish my door.

DXMachina: Did you hit him with a prybar? Because he'd *never* expect it.

Grubgoat in Firefly:

Alright, [Emma] Caulfield and I will not be eloping. That was a bit of an untruth. I, however, would prefer to classify it under "prediction/prophecy", or, worst case scenario, "wishful thinking".

Erin, in literary, a while back:

Sometimes, I stand in my office for 45 minutes at a time, randomly bending for minutes, and then standing and twirling, and bending again.

I'm looking at books, and shifting to access various bookcases and shelf levels, but I know my neighbor's have to think that it's either a bizarre, ungraceful type of yoga, or that I'm just a slightly functional autistic woman in a ratty nightgown.

Leigh in Angel, unspoilery:

Such a stupid romance movie device--it's like love is a disease you can catch without knowing it and you need a friend to pull you aside discretely and say "Dude, you've got this thing on your face..."

From Spoilers, whitefonted due to random musings, and just in case... I'm sure it might be able to be construed as spoilery, due to one word, but otherwise, NSM.

Allyson:

Okay, all this speculating is just a future fanwank. I've been carefully paying attention to Mutant Enemy's storytelling prowress lo these past couple of years, and can say, without a doubt, that this is how it will all go down:

Egg McMuffin purple bleeds, macaroni diamonds. Eiffel tower television set frog, Spike isn't wearing a shirt. Telephone boiled spatula Angel broods. Pavement leaks iguana, Fred is confused. Spike is naked and beaten, pencil fried inkwell pantyhose! Gun has no lines, but nickel trashcan blueberry, and oh the mayhem that will occur when moldy bread number eight!

See how it all makes sense? It's just like season six Buffy!

And the follow up:

(from Spoilers, whitefonted for the same reasons as statted in the post above)

ita:

Gah! I thought there was going to be clear warning before hard core spoilers!

Allyson:

Woo, sorry ita. I guess it's a good thing I didn't tell ita about the amulet curried picture frame that Lilah t-shirt fabrege egg mop.

It must be frustrating for Joss to have to constantly defend this kind of tightly wound storytelling. It's obvious that some people just don't get that Spike furniture pomegranate. It's just so clear that he's bicycle cupcake Ted Kennedy legume.

People are so fucking stupid to question this kind of stuff. It's not even subtext, it's a fucking anvil pagination Pantone 187.

But... but... you missed Hec's wonderful followup to Allyson's first post!

Angel Season Five: This time it's Duchampian!

I snerked so hard I think I ruptured something.

There was too much. Thank you for rectifying my woeful oversight!