tina f in Building a Better Board, also doing the lemonade out of lemons thing:
As an aside - I am now using the wacky-ness of the Phoenix as my own personal Magic 8 Ball. "If I get an error this time, I am going to go eat another piece of office birthday cake." "If I lose this post, it's a sign to not e-mail that guy." ETC.
Mwah, bt, I didn't think it was that memorable, but I guess we've got a Mutual Admiration Society going. I'm only now able to see that. Thanks.
Matt, Angel thread, a bit spoilery (for Angel, to be completely clear):
Angel's new apartment apparently had its own moment of true happiness. I've seen Holiday Inn rooms with more soul.
Phill shares a coping mechanism, in Bitches:
I usually squat, keen then rub gravel into my hair. But my parents were a couple of those heretical Christians that lived on top of pillars in the desert flinging their lice at pilgrims. It was always weird having friends over for dinner.
Emily
in Natter 16 (I'm catching up. From the last two weeks.)
You know the real downside of working in science? The fact that people get jaded. They can speed past a sentence talking about mutant mice without even taking a moment to ponder huge French-speaking semipermeable mice with a tendency toward vaporization and cackling ominously. They just think, "Right, mutant mice. And?" And that's sad.
Nutty
The other thing with Angel/Lindsey is the whole Freudian symbolic level of interpretation. I mean, you know? YOU! You have severed my arm and thus symbolically castrated me, ending my agency! I must glower at but never fully retreat from you until such time as you grow into the phallic stage and acknowledge the pitfalls of masculinity, and thereby find in yourself the mercy to help me regain my lost hand/penis. And then? We make beautiful music together!
It's all about the Fassbinder.
Theodosia:
This is the same Clark who spent three months being EVILE and yet didn't get laid, right?
Nutty:
Well, but his boyfriend was marooned on a desert island. Clark was saving himself.
sumi:
He was evil in the sense that he yelled at people and just wasn't very nice.
Emily:
That's me on a good day. There goes my dream of superherodom.