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?

billytea in Bitches:

The final CD in the set of seven that I ordered arrived yesterday, being Robert Palmer's Greatest Hits (Vol 1). I expect to spend today grooving to some mellow stylings. Then I might put on some music.

P.M.M. in the Firefly thread:

Yerp. Mal got to say much with little, and make me wish he'd had more screen time. Inara got to have sex, off screen, and then platitude softly in the afterglow, and make me think of napping. Actually, if she could do a full-on impression of dead, carefully scripted by Tim for maximum Never Come Backitude, I'd be happy.

Madrigal, in Firefly (very nonspoilery):

Well, originally I was going to say "pussy power" instead of "power of the snatch" but then the first phrase made it seem like I was implying she was really an android powered by internal cats and then in some cliffhanger episode her head would fall off and tons of tiny tabbies would spurt from her neck and attack the crew, and then I was when ep aired everyone would bitch about me being a spoiler and I'd lose all my cred.

(Oh, and um, that last phrase, just cut off some words to make it make sense. Y'see, um, English is not spoken in my head, so these things happen sometimes.)

Holli: Yup. Being all immutable and all, the laws of physics are unlikely to change when your back is turned. Unlike the laws of grammar, which are a bunch of slippery little bastards.

Victor: I don't trust the laws of grammar. They're shifty and I wouldn't want to live near 'em.

Natter.

Askye in PPO:

I don't know where it started but I wish it would DIE! I hate Spuffy. Hate it. Not just because I don't like romantic Spike/Buffy but it just sounds like a demented cat.

Sorry Connie, I didn't mean to impugn anyone else's knowledge of the sexual idiosyncrasies of marine mammals.

Angus in Natter