Those rascally Canadians show their true coloUrs:
Sue:
Does anyone know why they've been firing off guns on the Citadel? Are the French attacking again?
Elena:
Damn Frenchies! Maybe it's the Americans.
Megan E.:
Maybe they are doing a demo for the tourists. There seem to be a lot of them roaming around outside.
MechaKrelboyne:
I could do with shooting a few tourists. The only person I know in this town with a vehicle can't help us get the free furniture we've been offered. Sigh. Everything's complicated.
Sue:
My god, the Cruise ships are Trojan Horses! Thousands of badly dressed old people are invading, demanding we use their monotone currency and demanding lobster dinners and that Elena give them cheap drugs without a perscription. Oh the humanity!
On the tendency of TiVos to end up on the Discovery Channel:
Jess PMoon:
Awww, the Tivos are trying to learn about the outside world!
Katie M:
Networks of TiVos, talking to each other, building on their owners' preferences, learning about wombats and the sinking of the Bismarck...
...so what are they going to do when they take over the world? What does a super-intelligent network of TiVos really want?
amych
They're like BillyTiVos!
"What does a super-intelligent network of TiVos really want?"
I'm thinking, digital echidna skull.
aurelia, in Natter:
I just read an article about a book called "What It Feels Like" which has articles about being struck by lightning, attacked by killer bees, etc. There is an entry from a man with Tourette's whose words are monkey, butter and toast.
He says he gets good feedback. He'll yell, "Monkey!" and people will be, like, "Monkey!" right back. It's just one of those words people like to say.
I immediately thought about what the Buffista response would be.
Tourette's guy: Monkey!
billytea: Echidna!
Madrigal: Capybara!
This could probably continue for a while, possibly including "WereMonkeyGus!" but inevitably ending with "Porn!"
Phill, in Natter, trying to balance out the sad news about Robert Plamer and George Plimpton -
BUT on a totaly different note: It's Johnny Appleseed's birthday. And, no, it's not just a publicity stunt dreamed up by the sharks over at the Aplle Board, the same jokers who brought you the "Fuck Pears!" campaign.
The fabulous Phill in Natter, getting me in trouble with my boss:
You know what I love?
Crack. I mean it, a nice big rock that just smokes up so smooth. mmmMMMM
Phill on crack is a scary, scary, thought.
Phill on crack is kind of redundant, really.
Ok, now, I stopped selling crack in schoolyrads. That is so '80's anyway. I was kidding. Now you know what's good and how? Crystal Meth. Now that's a nice smoov menthol flavor that sends pure Crank goodness to your T-Zone. Take a tip from a guy who does: Crystal Meth. Be the Meth.
Yeah, Crystal Meth this, Crystal Meth that. It's meth bastards that makes my Wal-mart hide the Actifed in the pharmacy and only lets me have three boxes at a time, and only during pharmacy hours. Fuckos.
Well, Wal-mart, anyway.
