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.

Darn you, wee smonster. You beat me!

Oh. Apparently by an hour. Well, I just read it now. I have a family to feed, ya know.

Trudy (in response to something Laura Holt said, but I can't find it): You SO married Brendan just for that name.

Matt: If that's the case, then maybe a bunch of us should consider how people's last names interact with ours as a principal dating criterium. The results seem pretty good in comparison to the more traditional methods of choosing one's intended.

amych: Dude, the average middle-school girl is way ahead of you on that one.

t decorates notebooks with amych Jackman ... amych MacGregor ...

NoiseDesign: Maybe that's my problem.

t look balefully at unwieldly last name

Trudy: <falls down laughing>

Dude, you can't commit to FIVE HOURS OF SLEEP A NIGHT.

NoiseDesign: Hey, I'm not saying that I'd actually COMMIT to something, I'd just use it as a way to lure the chicks in.

Emily: I don't know, "Design"'s not that bad.

Steph: I totally should have thought about your last name before I smooched you.

t wracked with regret....

NoiseDesign:

I don't know, "Design"'s not that bad.

My love for Emily is massive.

Trudy Booth: Massive will get you dates.

Matt:

decorates notebooks with amych Jackman... amych MacGregor...

Hmm. "You are cordially invited to a barbecue and crawfish boil at the Kane-Lemmonses' " just doesn't scan that well. However, if I stopped going by my middle name, "Richard and Rob Rucollo" rolls off the tongue pretty nicely.

amych: You could always reverse the order. Lemmons-Kanes works a good bit better than Kane-Lemmonses.

Matt: yeah, but then we'd sound like a sour candy that gets passed out to kids' Christmas stockings after all the good candy is gone.

Madrigal: I think the surname combining is more of an issue if together they have ten or more syllables, or if they make some unwanted phrase or word, which is why Andy Dick and Murray Head can't get together. (ASH is excluded from this since I have so got dibs before that skinny little rodent boy.)

Laura: Having had 5 surnames myself I was most amused to meet a woman at a site where I was working who was on her 7th marriage. She was all giddy and insisting that this was the one true love. Might I add that I was working at a cardiologist's office.

Trudy Booth:

The only problem I can see with detatchable boobies is that I'd have to replace them all the time what with the thowing them at the heads of guys who look me straight in the chest and say "hi".

Nicole: I keep meaning to start acting like an adult. Really.

PMM:

Gram's mother was from a family where you were either a high-ranking military fellow, or a high-ranking Church of England fellow. Unless you were a woman. Those were just expected to marry one or the other. (But in reality, occasionally married charming acting types or insane people from Belgium, thus adding layers, depth, and the shame of bad poetry to the family tree.)

shrift:

I did feel a bit uncomfortably conspicuous, though. Wearing jeans, a black leather coat, sunglasses, and using cell-phone. It was like I had, "Hello, I'm a godless whore of Babylon who writes gay porn about wholesome cartoon characters in her spare time!" written on my forehead.