In Natter, who needs context:
Madrigal: There's no, "Your spirals look like you've got a flaming tampon up your yoni" unless you know a definite way to improve it.
billytea: I'm going to go with, "Take the tampon out".
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In Natter, who needs context:
Madrigal: There's no, "Your spirals look like you've got a flaming tampon up your yoni" unless you know a definite way to improve it.
billytea: I'm going to go with, "Take the tampon out".
shrift in Natter, context free:
Pop culture war in my head! "SPOOOOON!" "There is no spoon." "Spoon?" "A spoon's dull, you idiot, it'll hurt more."
Tom Scola:
Huh.
Interesting conversation you're having.
It's like I'm in a hospital room covered with third-degree burns, and you all are having a "fire: good or bad?" argument.
I have to leave for therapy now.
In Natter:
ita: As far as I can tell, high school made kids feel bad.
joe boucher: I think that's why we're all here. Not necessarily that every one of us feels that way, but because Joss Whedon did.
In Natter:
Betsy: Brains were stigmatized in my hometown.
Phill: I just pictured the chess club running around with bleeding palms.
Thessaly and Phill, being unintelligibly Bostonian:
Thessaly: Of course, if the Yankees win, it will wicked suck, and we'll have to make a packy run to console ourselves
Phill: It would, I imagine, even be wicked retahhded. Oh the packy. Sometimes I miss my New England college days. There was a conglomerate: Pequod Pizza/Pequod Packy that delivered food and booze. And to round it out, the delivery guy, Pequod Pat, sold Pequod Pot. It was an entire weekend in one phone call.
"Yeah, let me get two large pepperoni pies, a case of Narragansett, a bottle of Jaegermeister, three packs of camel lights. Oh, is Pat delivering tonight? He is? You better throw in an Italian sub too. Thanks."
Actually, Phill is doing New London, but it's all the pretty close.
My fetish is out of control. I found that attractive.
Betsy HP in Movies:
When the romantic lead spends half the movie pretending to be somebody else in order to humiliate the heroine, we want the resolution to be his humiliation and his search for redemption. In *Down With Love*, we get a long incoherent speech that reveals that... the heroine is just like the hero, and has modelled her behavior on his in order to win his heart. Great, they're both jerks, and I hope a garbage truck runs over the pair of them. And then backs up
amyparker, in Bitches, re: daughters asking their fathers to teach them cool things.
"I asked you to teach me bodywork, and you didn't. So I had to go out and learn carpentry in the streets from strangers."