From Bitches, scientific progress in action:

meara

Damnit, Miracleman, where's that transporter technology?!?

Miracleman

We, uh...had a little, er...setback with the, uh...the test monkey.

It, um. It. Well, it exploded.

But I think I know where it went wrong. Now I just need another monkey.

Perkins

(note to self, hide all the monkeys.)

Miracleman

No, no...the monkeys would be fine, if I could only, uh...crap where are my notes?

Ah, yes. If I can de...de...defrizzilate the, uh...crap, did I spill coffee on this? What is this stuff, jelly? Hm. If I can defrizzilate the...rheoframalamanater...then, of course molecular...never leave your cigarettes burning near your notes, children, just trust me on this...then, of course, molecular re...gormification will be...uh...regormified. And everything will be fine.

Honey, did you hide my plutonium again?

Aimee

No. I'm wearing it. It matched my shoes today.

Nutty, in Movies:

I don't think I will pay to get a Roger Ebert commentary, however; although he's got to be less irritating than Peter Bodganovich. For one thing, he does not wear ascots.

No, ascots don't make a sound. I just sit there, listening, knowing he has an ascot on.

Betsy in Bureacracy, on a thread title for the Minearverse thread:

Minearer, My God, To Thee

Madrigal:

There's only one glut of birthdays in my family, and it's just us six girls are born within two weeks of each other. In fact, my mother has said that we all had the same due date - end of February, but we just differed in how early we were from Bitey's six weeks to Biggie's scant two. As far as I know, we were all planned, it was just that about five of us were the wrong gender. It's like instead of conceiving a child, they ordered a pizza, and have been pissed off for decades that it had peppers and not sausage.

JessPMoon in Bitches, and context be damned for the quote of my day:

Haggis make war monkey strong!

Steph L: Hustlin' Quakers -- Earlham College (I've never seen a Quaker hustle, but now I *really* want to)

High Planes Grifter: New in town, sailor? Nothing is better for thee than me.

Billytea (being billytea) : Right now I'm still finding the disinfectant very cool. It's hydrogen peroxide, but over the course of six hours it reacts with an item attached to the lens holder to turn into ordinary saline. Clever stuff.

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PMM: Houses don't wait until you can afford it to have problems.

Angus: On the contrary, houses wait very deliberately until you can not afford it to have problems!

From the inauguration of the new Minearverse topic:

hayden:

Hey, a Tim thread. Shouldn't we vote on things like this?

(/kidding)

Betsy HP:

<murders Hayden in a heartbreaking and yet Timlike fashion>

hayden:

Hi, I'm back after being stuck in a hell dimension for the last 434 years! Sure, it only seemed like 10 minutes, but I got to experience every last second. Oh, and I'm even more evil now, although y'all won't find that out for another 200 posts.

Steph L.:

But the West Coast wouldn't know what to do with me.

Aimee:

I've got a book!

I suggest pages 23, 34, 78 AND 79, and, with some organic whipped cream, page 105.

(Bitches, of course.)

Fay explains the similarities between her writing style and Jane Austen's, in Bitches:

No, the thing is, I'm not trying to be outrageous. I mean, I could do outrageous for its own sake and write ghastly perversity. But I'm pretty much writing a straight novel. Well, straight in the sense of beginning, middle, end, plotty plot plot, relationships, plotty plot plot, Big Gay (plot-related, character developmenty, also fun to write) Sex, plot plot plot, denoument, blah blah -- as opposed to random gratuitous shaggage. It is, in fact, very loosely based on Pride and Prejudice. Very loosely. And I'm cheefully writing it, and then suddenly struck by the fact that actually, some people might be a trifle unimpressed by the inclusion of rimming.