In Previously, on A/C, edited highlights:

P.M.Marcontell:

And Cordelia boinking Bon Bon remains less nausea inducing than Cordelia yammering at Angel about love and seeing what he'd done, and feeling his pleasure, and CHRIST, A/C makes me want to poke my eyes out. With forks. And then rub salt in them.

Matt the Bruins Fan:

You're far more charitable than I. It made me want to poke Greenwalt's eyes out. With forks. And then rub salt in them.

P.M.Marcontell:

Eh, he gave me naked Wes in 3x22.

So, y'know, I kinda owe him a fruitbasket, Crapture notwithstanding.

Madrigial Costello:

in "Waiting in the Wings" I almost got the impression that Angel was seeing Cordy as more of a mother for Connor than a lover for himself. He'd rejected Fred as too crazy, Lorne as too feminine, Kate as too anti-vampire, Anne as not on the show enough, and Joyce as too dead.

Matt the Bruins Fan:

the only way it possibly could have worked would have been to keep their siblingesque friendship and snarky exasperation with each other's BS and just add a sexual component to it. Instead, we got Wuthering Depths.

Betsy HP, in Literary, on properly learning the steps of a thing:

If I walk into Krav class and the instructor says "Redirect the weapon", and I say "But what if there's a boatload of nuns behind me?", the instructor is going to say "REDIRECT THE WEAPON."

First you learn to redirect the weapon. Then you learn what to do when there's a boatload of nuns present.

DCJ in Angel, non-spoilery.

"This package is addressed to you."

"Who's it from?"

"It says 'asspull.'"

Betsy HP, in Music:

I just got a Britney Spears ad from Yahoo:

"Me Against The Music".

As I always suspected, really.

Nilly in Natter:

Edit: Of course, first I typed "I, Perkins", as if you were a stuttering Roman emperor and your wife was about to poison you and your mad step-son (whose palace I visited in Rome!) was about to inherit your title. I think that even a workday may be better than that, though you probably wouldn't get a book and a TV show about it.

Natter:

Betsy: ita, am I correct in thinking that if I came at you with, say, an Eddie Izzard signature lipstick, you could generalize the krav knife defense into dealing with it?
ita: Well, assuming you were trying to hit me in knifey places, sure. If you're sneaking up on me to do a makeover, that's something we haven't covered yet. And judging by some of the instructors' Halloween costumes, they have no idea how to protect themselves from antagonistic makeup.

And some more Natter:

Gudanov: Chocolate can do many things, it's the duct tape of food.

and as a follow up to one of the upthread postings:

ita: Well, assuming you were trying to hit me in knifey places, sure. If you're sneaking up on me to do a makeover, that's something we haven't covered yet. And judging by some of the instructors' Halloween costumes, they have no idea how to protect themselves from antagonistic makeup.

Betsy:Mary Kay eye for the Krav Guy!

Betsy HP in Natter.

moneyma moneyma moneyma

Somehow the word has lost all meaning.

meaningma meaningma

hey.

Gudanov: Betsy was missing her brain earlier. Someone on this board is a brain thief, everyone wear ear-muffs and keep your mouth closed until this case is solved.