Burrell: I still sing the Mna Mna song.

DavidS: Which, I'm sure you know, was written originally for a Swedish porn movie.

Burrell: I didn't know, but I approve. Although I do not approve of humming that song during sex. Wrong rhythm.

billytea: Damn. Apparently I've been doing it wrong.

Steph L. in Angel 1, first referencing a Madrigal quote...

There are lots of rumors about what happens to the retired muppets. Some say they're taken home by the puppeteers, or recycled to make new ones.

They're recycled to make outfits for the cast of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Cindy - there are tons of smaller F2F's, and not all of them are in NY or LA. Odds are there are some Buffistas relatively nearby for mini-F2F's. Though the benefit of not doing many of them is that one never has to face the disappointment of so many that one isn't a leather-clad Latina with "Munch a rug for Jesus" tattooed on the back of her head.

Madrigal Costello in Firefly

ita in Natter:

Threesome -- one to punch, one to hold pad, one to push puncher around.

Too much fun.

Brain porn from Angel (not spoilery):

Sue -

Hec, is there anything you don't know? You are a trivia god!

DavidS -

t flexes trivial portion of brain for Sue's admiring...

Ow! Brain cramp! Brain cramp!

joe boucher -

Is that your frontal lobe or are you just happy to see us?

DavidS -

It's just a'bulgent.

Steph L. -

I'd say "Quick! Somebody massage Hec's brain!" but...ewwwwwwww....braiiiiiiiiiinssssss....

DavidS -

"Lower....lower....ahhhh, oblongata!"

amych -

... and once again, Hec proves that he can find the porn in anything.

Steph L. -

I don't know -- I think Hec brags about the size of his oblongata just to compensate...

joe boucher -

An elongating oblongata.

DavidS -

As it happens my brain fluid was a little chilly this morning, that's all.

Steph L. -

You guys, you're all alike. Chilly brain fluid, indeed.

It's not the *size* of your oblongata, it's what you *do* with it...

DavidS -

Yeah, that's why you say in front of guys. But soon as women get together they're all whispery with the "Check out Boucher's lobes! Tight!" or "I was watching Jon think and wow, what a cerebellum."

p.m. marcontell -

Please. We wolf-whistle when he thinks. No whispering about it.

joe boucher -

Sure, but where does it get me? Maybe I need to get a haircut & wear glasses so they can see the throbbing temples. Show 'em no mercy.

DavidS -

We wolf-whistle when he thinks.

Is that what that is? Every time he furrowed his brow I thought he was venting brain gas.

joe boucher -

I thought it was the theremin.

sarameg:

Still allowed to play?

Allyson:

If you stuck around after the fisting commentary, i figure you're a Buffista.

(In Firefly 1.)

Sophia in Firefly, JIS:

To me. Megan is Mee-gan, and Meghan is Meg-an. But just to mix it up, a girl in my school, who I should have been nicer too, spelled it Meghan, but pronounced it Mee-gan. Then she had a son and named him Ulric.

Just for the non-sequiturness of it all...

Allyson in Firefly:

The theme songblows harder everytime I hear it. It's as if Joss is the Emperor, and this song is his new clothes. Won't one small child come forward and point out that now only is he naked, but his dick his shriveled into something not unlike an acorn?

and a little later...

And a good fuck saves the day! THAT's what I learned in Minear 101:"When there was only one set of footprints in the sand, I was stradling you and bucking like a wild pony while you supported my weight with your fist up my ass. That was after I made that ceremonial tea, though."

Cindy in Natter:

I called Papa Gino's a chain (I never know what's regional and what's national) for a pizza delivery at 6:30pm, Eastern. We've been ordering from them at this address for over 5 years.

The woman on the phone told me it would be 25 minutes. At 7:15, my husband called to check on the status. He was told it had already left and would be here any moment. At 7:40 (over an hour after I ordered) he made another call, asked for a manager and was told they didn't know why it wasn't here; it would be here any minute and if there was any problem with it, to call back.

At 7:55 - I called, I asked for a manager, a non-native English speaker was on the phone (Italian accent I think). He wanted to handle the call, but as he tried, he couldn't make out my pronunciation of our street name. (It's not difficult, but it is a word that sounds like other words and with the phone, the accent, etc. - I understand this.)

After five minutes of the Suck and suck street, NO! Such and Such street game - he said he was trying to find out what happened to the order. I said, "Look, it's now been an hour and a half, the pizza should have been here an hour ago. I have 3 small children who should be in bed. They haven't yet eaten, please just put the manager on the phone.

The manager gets on the phone takes all our information and checks their system - the last order they have from us was on October 2nd (or something - not tonight - in other words). So I explained that dh had been twice told that they checked our order and it was on its way. I then shrieked explained that is why so many business are having trouble these days. It's not that they made an error on the original order - mistakes happen. It's that nobody bothered to check, even when we asked them to check and even when they lied and SAID they checked.

He then asked me if we wanted him to send out food. I believe I was struck dumb. I handed dh the phone. He ripped the man a new one (erm... perhaps his second new one during the phone call *g*). The children are upset. We aren't big yellers or fighters and they think we're yelling at each other. They're starving. They're exhausted.

AND I MISSED TAPING THE FIRST FIVE MINUTES OF FIRE-FUCKING-FLY

Dear Tim,

If you stop by Natter, the profile address is good. I have some pizza shop folks I want you to kill, eviscerate, kill, emasculate and kill again. Thanks, love.

--Cindy

Oh, the pizza is here now. Whoopie freakin' do. They probably spit on it.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

eta Oh no. False alarm. Of course it's not yet here. Also, I see all sorts of comma splices and such up there in my original post. Tough titties.

I loved that rant.

Holli:

There was a sequel to the Vatican? Like, Vatican II: Catholic Boogaloo or something?