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.

Trudy, in Bitches (a discussion of lactose intolerance, which brought forth snark):

My family lactards are self-righteous. "Human beings are the only animal who eats milk after weaning... "

Yeah, we also have sex for pleasure and cook our food and I am NOT giving those up.

in Bitches, Cass and ita go a few rounds. (and then erika forces me to go back and edit, darn her comic genius)

Cass: When you can't figure out why you made a note to "Update Goats," it is sooo time for the week to be over.

Took me a solid minute of staring with the only thoughts being, "Curry or sacrifice?"

ita: Vote for me as your deity, and the answer will be "Both!"

Cass: Oh it was definitely a WWitaD moment for me.

And I just realized I don't have any actual proof that ita exists at all. Maybe ita *is* a deity...

erikaj: ita does exist, but we've only met for a few minutes. But when I meet somebody who needs his ass kicked, I sometimes get that "Footprints" feeling.