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.

Darth, in Natter:

My life stays crunchy, even in the milk of poverty and near- homelessness.

Cashmere - Paul Newman's the only septuagenarian I'd considering doing.

erikaj - It disturbs me there are a few on my list.

ita - Why should it disturb you? Septuagenarians need lovin' too.

Steph L.: I'm going to hurl lightning bolts at you from my Mt. Stephlympus.

DavidS: snickers as Stepheus pricks finger on lightning bolt and drops it on her divine foot, hopping around and cursing a blue streak

Steph L.: Ooof. Taunting a demi-goddess. The nerve....

erikaj: Still better than Glory...

Sean K: Now giggling madly at the idea of Tep playing Glorificus instead of CK.

Steph L.: I'd oversleep and miss that one specific moment when the Key could rip open the portals. I guarantee it.