Nutty, in FF: R,W+E:

I have read stories where the pairing was irrelevant due to plot choices, where authors have warned that there was no salient pairing. This drives me bananas, because I never warn people that I do not drive a tank. I just show up, not driving a tank, and assume people will clue in and live with it.

deborah grabien:

You wouldn't know it by me; I was taught to say precisely what I thought and I always do. My father's take on it was "they're going to try and sit on your because you're a girl, so tell them to piss off and say it loud and say it very clearly, so that there's no possibility of misunderstanding later." So I do, and sometimes I get in trouble, but the nice thing about being raised to be this confident? I stand by what I say, unless I say something really stupid and someone shows me why and how it's stupid. Then I say "wow, I'm a moron, dude, I missed that one entirely."

But I don't do passive aggressive. Generally? Almost completely aggressive. As are most of the women in my family.

Ellen S, in Natter:

There a town called "Dream Lover" off the Pennsylvania Turnpike going west. I always wanted to get off, but it said no reentry. To much commitment for me.

Steph in Natter:

And yet it sparked scores of vacation promotional slogans from us: Come vacation in Mianus! Mianus is lovely this time of year! So many people have visited Mianus -- why haven't you? etc.

Nutty, in Literary:

Tim Minear -- born too late for the Empire of Tenochtitlan.

Beverly: Horneytown. IJS. Actually, it's no longer an official town, even unincorporated. It's just a crossroads now. But it used to be a town!

High Plains Grifter: And with Bob Dole's little blue pills, it could be a town again!

[AND I get a slut!]

Billytea, traversing a rough spot with trademark humor and class.

we won Pictionary quite handily; I'm thinking of suggesting we conduct our counselling through hastily drawn cartoons.

Holli, in Literary

I can vaguely recall a YA book about a blind girl whose seeing-eye dog gets sick and dies, thus combining the sick-kid and dead-dog genres in one triumphant stroke.

Katerina in Literary -

I laughed until I cried, even though I was in a doctor's waiting room and getting the stinkeye from the teenage receptionist. I don't think she'd ever seen someone read for fun before, poor thing.

I must admit, the term "stinkeye" makes me laugh on site.

Allyson in Angel:

Do I LOOK like an insider? People on the inside are coated in a gelatinous goo and glow like Britney Spears.