Catching up in Natter is Fun!
Betsy: The President has proclaimed National Protection From Pornography Week.
Well, I guess we know what he thinks of the Buffistas...
amych: I'm still waiting for National Protection from the President week, myself.
(Failing that, Protection of the Constitution week might be kinda nice.)
billytea:
He knows that Space Invaders completely lacks any facility whereby you can steal a taxi, pick up a fare, and drive him into the harbour. So, y'know, he may have no fashion sense, but at least he has priorities.
Nutty, in Natter:
I sort of think that Sam Clemens was of the opinion that God was a gentle principled wiseacre like himself, only not required to do things like pee and buy cigars.
Wolfram, in Natter on search engines:
Googling someone does not have the most pristine connotations either. Of course, I remember the old unix days when we used to finger our friends all the time.
Phill:
OK, so I'm sitting here with blue face paint and a friggin' sword strapped to my shoulder and a tartan sash accross my chest. Why does nobdy get my costume? Dang, people are stoopid.
Gudanov:
I can't believe people don't recognize Warrior Smurf.
Kat: Day of Dead isn't about costumes.
Allyson: I get it. So we bring a corpse, then?
In "Dude, Where's My Precious?"
Elena: You do know that there is (or is coming) a LOTR Monopoly, don't you?
DXM: Ooh, I want to build a hotel on Barad-dur!