Erika in Bitches on the mouthwatering food:

OMG, that would be the third nicest thing I could put in my mouth. Second, Deb cookies... And the first asked me not to say that, anymore.

tina f: Sometimes I forget that forks exist. I use tortillas eat just about everything. Except toast.

Matt the Bruins fan:

Belluci strikes me as one of those women who's charming because she's foreign and exotic, but the same attitude and behavior from an American character would inspire loathing on sight from me.

Raquel in Movies:

Pope's Own Combat Whore is a fairly cool career choice, which at the very least offers excellent clothes.

Raquel (who is clearly batting a thousand tonight) :

*sigh*

Family. My DH's great aunt, whom he didn't even know he had, just called. Apparently his mother gave out our number. DH is currently making nice political noises and holding his head in his hands. He just passed me a note: "Many Bothans died to bring us this geneology."

The lovable Trudy in Bitches:

Whomever edited that interview couldn't decide on a single spelling of "Sarah". I expect to see one with a silent Q soon.

Raquel adds to Natter about Trinitarian heresies:

And to this we can add the third, called the Raqueline heresy. It goes something like this:

Wee baby monster Raquel is sitting in episcopalian pre-school. The teacher pulls out a plastic, anatomically accurate heart (which Raquel thinks is pretty cool) and then opens it in half (even cooler!) to show the atria and ventricles. She points to the right atrium and says "God lives here," points to the left atrium and says "Jesus lives here," and points to both ventricles and says "and the Holy Ghost lives here."

Raq's hand shoots up. "Yes?" says the teacher. "Then where does your *blood* go?" Two seconds later, I'm standing in the hall, and five minutes later my mom is picking me up.

The Raqueline heresy is thus to not suffer fools gladly, and to want a little mystery in my mysteries, thankyouverymuch.

billytea in Natter re: Paris Hilton:

I would so love to see that in a family services report. "Failed to protect the minor from exposure to Lionel Ritchie's daughter. And, for that matter, Lionel Ritchie's music."

amych, in Natter:

It's times like these that make me so happy that I don't watch TV other than Angel -- all the rest of this kind of runs together in my mind into one show, and I can assure you it's so much more entertaining than anything on the air. See, there was something about a cutlass? And a daddy spy, which I guess means it must be the mommy spy who's so upset about the porn, but we don't talk about her much, so I think she's out of the picture -- maybe they split up when Tarzan hooked up with Lionel Ritchie? And at the end of every episode, the Muppets have sex.

I think it must be produced by Peter Jackson.

In Natter:

DX: I just got spam from Buddy Holly

Ginger: The internet. It's so pretty. It brings people back from the dead.