Allyson: I like my skin to feel like I slathered it in butter and sugar and vanilla and orange.

Like creamsicle cookie dough butter.

Emily: I like my skin to feel like a marmot hiding inside a '62 Mustang.

Emily: I'm drinking rose. And interspersing yelling at my pussy with trying to parse the following:

Several experimental findings on cat and monkey suggest, that also in reality retinotopical organization gives way to random scatter on a small scale: If one records from successive neurones, one will find a large random scatter superimposed on the slow systematic displacement due to retinotopic organization,

trying not to be distracted by the terrifying abuse of the comma, and working on the new assignment: "Prove that DLBA is not equal to NP". Throw in some martial arts, a sewing machine, and a good cookbook, and I'm like Bitches Inc. Ain't a power in the verse can stop me now!

Emily's on a roll tonight. Man, I wish I were at the house of Em & vw!

Madrigal Costello: Maybe there ought to be a Geekster to specifically match up all the single lonely geeks. And then they could even be specific - SWF, 29, seeks wargamer, historical only - not fantasy - British Naval Battle Buff a Plus.

Calli:

On the last day of my last job, I drove to work and the Imperial Death March came on the radio. My carpool buddy and I agreed it was probably a sign, but we didn't know of what.

A lovely series, from Angel 3, non-spoilerly

PMM: Which is fine, because I don't *need* a life when I have TV.

Steph L.: I've been trying to tell my therapist that, but does she listen?

PMM: AND!

The Internet.

Feh. People who need people are the Ludditist people in the world.

ted r: PM-ROTFL!

I've been trying to tell my therapist that, but does she listen?

Of course, YOU are her tv.

joe boucher: If she says, "This sucks!," and whips out the remote it's time to get a new therapist.

Miracleman: "babydancing" makes me think of Ally McBeal which makes me want to kill and kill and kill until my arms won't move anymore.

But, you know...that may just be me.

Erin: It's not just you, MM.

deborah grabien: Really not just you, MM.

In fact, lemme know if you need an alibi.

Hmm - I was about to say that the above scenario was like a Buffista Strangers on a Train, but on second thought it's closer to Murder on the Orient Express.

New York Times reviewer: Winston Churchill once said that the foundations of British naval tradition consisted of rum, sodomy and the lash. "Master and Commander," which is rated PG-13, settles for two out of three.

Dana: Oh, please, let them have left out the rum.

Miracleman, concerned citizen:

"Dear Congressperson Soandso,

Kristen has to work the Day After Thanksgiving. Well, actually, she doesn't...but she has to use a comp day to not work the Day After Thanksgiving.

Is this what our forefathers sacrificed a turkey for? Is this what the settlers of Our Fine Land murdered and subjugated indigenous peoples for? Is this, I ask you, AMERICAN?!

I submit to you, Congressperson Soandso, that if Kristen has to use a comp day to avoid work on the Day After Thanksgiving, the finest day of digestion and wondering "Why did I eat all that and did I do anything REALLY STUPID while I was drunk?" that this country...no, the WORLD...has ever conceived of, then the terrorists have not only already won, but they've taken all the leftovers and thus we can have no Day After Thanksgiving Turkey Sandwiches!

Is this the kind of world you want to live in? No, I thought not.

Therefore I must ask you to declare the Day After Thanksgiving an official "Nobody Can Work And I MEAN It. No, Really" day in honor of Kristen.

Thank you,

A Voter."