Baby talk, in Natter:

Burrell: Back from the doctor's. My baby is even bigger. I'd say she's no longer wee, really. She's not-so-wee.

Shawn: Buffistina Monkey "husky" pants?

From LotR, on The Silmarillion:

Sean K:

I've been told if you have a hard time getting through it you should read it backwards. That is, you should read the last section (is that the part that's "Of the Noldori and the Fall of Men" or something?) first and work your way back from there. It's the sections at the end that are the most readable, I guess.

DXMachina:

Yeah, it gets easier as you go, but that could also be because the nearer you get to the end, the fewer elves with names that start with "F" are still alive to confuse the reader.

On Fox programming "mistakes," over in the Firefly topic:

DavidS :

Fox is just so fucking stupid. Futurama will run in syndication forever. It could've been as big a moneymaker for them as The Simpsons - which basically carried the whole damn network once it went into syndication. So short sighted.

Sean K:

Yeah, but this is the same company that believes Ultra-hardcore Right Wing = Fair and Balanced.

Burrell:

No Sean, they just believe 1) Ultra-hardcore Right Wing News = Bigtime Ratings, and 2) Ultra-hardcore rightwingers like to perceive themselves as Fair and Balanced, so best to market it to them in that way. They tried the "Fox News, Undermining the Fantasy of the Liberal Media Since 1985" advertising campaign, but it didn't go over nearly so well.

Discussing female warrior garb on Stargate:

ita:

The breeze. I keep imagining the breeze in your cleavage. But ... maybe if you're fighting guys, it stops them from seeing your attacks?

I dunno. I'm certainly not trying it at krav.

Katie M:

I suppose that's the theory. I dunno. I just don't think I'd be that distractable in a life-and-death situation. I mean, between "penis! Penis pointed at me!" and "gun! Gun pointed at me!" I feel fairly confident the gun would keep my attention, even if it were a very nice penis.

On the other hand, maybe your breeze thing is on-target and it's all for ventilation.

Jim in Music, being snarky:

Please Sir was a 1970s school sitcom whose central gag was that all the "kids" were played by middleaged actors. So essentially Dawson's Creek, then.

Because it's such a beautiful story, from Natter:

Katie: I was distinctly underwhelmed by the Sistine Chapel. It was so familiar that I ended up looking up and thinking "huh. Yes, that would be the Sistine Chapel. How interesting."
Rick: I spent a term in Rome while I was in college. On my first quick tour of the Vatican I felt the same way about the chapel. A few weeks later the choir from my college visited Rome on their European tour, and some cardinal who heard them thought that they were wonderful and should sing in the Sistine Chapel. This was a surprising bit of diplomacy because, well, it was a Lutheran college and a Lutheran choir had never been invited to sing there. So they kicked the tourists out, and the choir gave a concert to a group of cardinals, bishops, and a handful of us who snuck in pretending to be connected with the choir.
When it was being used for its real purpose the chapel was transformed. The music and the frescos and the chapel design combined into an extraordinary spiritual experience. You really felt as though you were being lifted right into the scenes on the ceiling. Later, we were told that most of the church officials had tears in their eyes. Fortunately, when I have returned to the chapel I've still been able to hear the choir over the clunking of tourists' shoes and the incessant babble of the tour guides. So it's a special place to me.

Teppy, in Natter, placing Nilly on the timeline:

Okay, so you're 8 hours ahead of the US East Coast, and 11 hours ahead of board time. So tell me, how does the rest of Monday turn out?

In Angel:

Katie M.: It's my understanding that people who watch Enterprise like the dog.

ita: And as long as he doesn't undergo Ponn Farr, Porthos will remain my favourite character.

Ken Buddha: Well you do know about the part where part of his DNA comes from Jessica Alba, right?

Steph:

True story: when my doc first diagnosed me with depression, he sent me home with samples of Zoloft and a videotape about depression (something like "Living with Depression: Now You Have An Excuse to Wear Black"). On the cover of the videotape were these watercolor paintings of butterflies, or something.

I looked closer, and the caption said "These paintings were painted by an artist with no arms, using her feet to hold the brush, and demonstrate the triumph of the human spirit."

THIS is a good thing to give someone who's severely depressed? Armless Art????

... And slightly later:

erika:

And in an ILC, at least ours, nobody says "problem." They say "issue". So and So has mobility issues. How are you doing with your depression issue?

Steph:

::snerk:: My ennui? I think I'm going to start calling it that. Or better yet, give my depression a name. Like George. And then I could say "George is back, that freeloading motherfucker." Or "I'm going to bombard George with drugs until he leaves and never comes back!"

At the very least, my conversation will become much more interesting.

<kisses Steph>

For Crazy Talk, in Natter:

Ita: Man, if you have to leave home to find crazy, you're looking with your eyes closed.