JohnSweden, on Cuba Gooding's continued career slide:

I'm just thinking that if you break through into the cultural consciousness by repeatedly screaming "Show me the money!", your delicate artist's soul may not survive the hazards of Hollywood for the long haul.

Steph L. (context is for wimps):

I will no longer patrol the spellings of condiments with such vigilance.

Cindy in Buffy:

I miss Buffy talk. I watched that show. I don't even know what channels these other shows are on. Are they still called channels? What's the difference between a channel and a station? Should I just be saying network? If HBO is a cable network, what's ABC? Is it a broadcast network? Where does that highway go to? This is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful wife.

SeanK: I mean, it can't be that hard to beat Arnold Schwarzenegger, Gary Coleman, and Larry Flynt.

billytea: I figure that once your arm settles into a pattern of rhythmic strokes, it probably becomes quite soothing.

(?: was me, Trudy)

Sean K: I don't know these tenants! I don't know which program you use to process these! I don't know what I'm doing here!

Fay:

let me add my tuppence worth of wrod re the bloody porn pop ups, btw. Bastard porn popups that keep periodically appearing, the same bloody ones each time. It must be something in my PC, yes? But I keep cleaning it out as best I know, and still the bastard random porn popups remain. I am reduced to yelling at the PC that I don't want their stupid porn! I want other stupid porn! With more boys in it!

Cindy, in Bitches:

You know, the sad thing isn't that I've become a compulsive Spike Mah Jongg player. It isn't that I am a compulsive Spike Mah Jongg player even though I suck at Spike Mah Jongg and have never played regular Mah Jongg. It isn't even that I can't spell Mah Jongg without thinking about it, long and hard. Oh, no. The truly sad thing isn't even that I've named the tiles to keep track of them. Nope. The truly sad thing is that I've amorthropized them and talk about them when they appear: "Oh no. Shirtless gives me no love. Must find match for that one now. Oh wait, you're not regular shirtless, you're Profile. Yes! There's one of you right in the middle, good boy. And Yellow. Good boy. You're an easy one to spot. Spuffy, Spuffy, don't hide on me. I just saw you. Train, you used to be easy to match. Now? Not so much. Ugly, the same is true for you."

They're going to lock me up.

And another sad thing is that I linked all those tiles, so y'all could see the RIGHTness of my naming them.

*sigh*

ita

I'm also eating a white peach. My first. It's squirting juice everywhere. They sure taste better than those negro peaches I'd been eating before.

Brenda M, in Buffy, on OMWF:

I can ignore the obvious double doing the backflips, but those punches are painful. To me, that is. Clearly not to the punching bag.