It's "Fun With Religion" Day at Buffistas. From Spoilers, but non-spoilery:

amych: There's a car full o' Kristian Krap that parks in the same lot as me at work -- and one of this person's bumper stickers says "I know the ending - GOD WINS". And every day, I'm like, dude, whitefont!

From Natter:

billytea:

At age 21 she was pronounced dead, but suddenly recovered during her funeral and levitated to the roof of the church (one may be grateful she didn't wait till they got to the cemetery).

DXMachina:

Sounds like somebody got an Urn of Osiris for Christmas...

No martyrdom until you turn 16 young lady!

But Daaaad, everyone's getting multiple arrow piercings.

Penny B., adding to the funny saints in Natter...

Aimee, sharing MM's livejournal musings on Easter:

"Hey guys...I'm back."
"UNDEAD!! KILL IT!!"
"No! Guys...it's me! JC! Son of God? Remember?"
"GET THE TORCHES!"

Anne W.:

...one of the early popes (Gregory, IIRC) advocated creating certain saints to replace all them feelthy pagan gods. Ergo, Demeter became St. Demetrius, Dionysus became St. Denis, and so on. Statues of Mary replaced statues of Cybele and other goddesses. Basically, Gregory approached evangelism as if it were a brand-awareness campaign.

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edited to add:

Also the octupus tried to kill me. Jealous bitch. - Lisah (whom I’m now imagining with 10 arms)

Lisah: Not that it would have solved everything, but having some kind of help from an uninterested, qualified party I think would help them start to rebuild their lives on more stable ground then they are now.

Billytea: I agree wholeheartedly, especially where there's a child involved. But 'an uninterested, qualified party' gives me a mental pictures of our therapist smoking Gauloises and exclaiming "God, don't you two have any interesting stories?"

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And, Shrift, I think "Even middle management knows I'm feral." should be your new tag.

DON'T get ita's name wrong. Really. Don't do it.

I am not Anita. Or Rita. Or Sita, Mr. Spammer. It used to be short for something, but once I got, it's all it needs to be. It's a "t", like in ... let me think ... "tee". And it will keep being a "t", thanks. I know it rhymes with lots of cute things. I also know how to kill you. And if they could find a jury of my peers, I'd get acquitted. It's only three letters. And some of them are vowels! I'm not asking much.

(in Natter)

Jess PMoon:

I've never seen an Ophelia I liked, on film or onstage. I might have liked Kate Winslet, but the blinding light from Kenneth Brannagh's ego hurt my eyes, and I had to turn the movie off after the first half hour.

kat perez: Co-worker has played Celin Dion's rendition of "All By Myself" three times in a row. Ima start checking for still growing nail clippings because obviously homechick's a demon.

Going back a ways in Angel, Rick V. explains why he's late to the starting gate in watching the show:

I tried watching Angel once, but because I started Buffy so late (end of Season 5), I didn't know or care about any of the Angel characters and it was hard to understand what was going on. Although the title character was supposed to be a vampire, he just seemed to be a big galoot with a goofy look on his face. He occasionally substituted a vaguely dyspeptic look, which the other characters interpreted as existential angst. To me it looked more like he had gotten into a bad batch of pig's blood. There was a beautiful but unpleasant woman who appeared to be suspended mysteriously between her past life as an ill-tempered cheerleader and her future life as an ill-tempered soccer mom. Why was she mixed-up with the big galoot? And there was a little Willow-come-lately brunette with a screeching voice and no apparent role to play in the story. I admit that the austere, cynical intellectual showed some promise as a character, but only because I'm an austere, cynical intellectual myself. And the green guy was interesting. At first I thought that he was just a standard Sunnydale demon, spruced-up a bit for the big city. You know, suburban yokel Clem goes on "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" and gets made over into some sort of verdant urban hipster. But in the show that I watched, the green guy was never in the same scene as the cynical intellectual. So my alternative theory was that the green guy was in fact the intellectual, who suffered from occasional Hulk-like transformations into his flamboyant green alter-ego, possibly triggered by certain show tunes, or by impure thoughts about the title character. I was too confused to continue watching.