As far as the wife is concerned, I'm only changing the color of a few things...she did want a new cat to fill the cat-color gap. I compromised. They only struggled briefly and their new flavour is a vast improvement.

-- Elena's Husband (who has been dyeing with Kool-Ade)

Laura, in Buffy:

So let me just say some of you are bloody brilliant and some are totally whacked, and you are often the same person.

erikaj in Bitches, re Hec:

If there's a tress that's being trimmed, I'll be there. If there's a bob being cut anywhere in the world, I'll be there. Anyplace a woman decides she has a gorgeous neck and needs to show it off. Sorry. Just thought Hec=Tom Joad +Vidal Sassoon today. I'll put the pipe away now.(blush)

Steph, in Bitches:

So, want to hear about my quasi-prophetic dream last night?

Good.

I had this dream *last night* that there was a mouse in my kitchen that was between the stove and the cabinets, far back enough that I couldn't reach it.

This morning I shuffle into the kitchen and notice a brown blob on the floor in front of the cabiinet under the sink. I think "How did I drop chocolate?" I grab a paper towel, bend down, and the chocolate comes into focus and waves its antennae at me.

Arrrrrrrrrghhhhhh!!!!

Not a big gross water bug, but the small-ish brown roaches -- the kind where, when you see one, you know that 100 are having a roach F2F in your walls, with tiny little too much roach candy, roach corsets, and roach pleather.

I grabbed it with the paper towel, but I didn't grab it firmly enough and it flailed free, hit the floor, and ran between the stove and the cabinets. And I instantly remembered my dream. It was just like the dream, except with a roach instead of a mouse. Weird.

I spent the rest of the morning shaking my fist ineffectually in that direction and yelling "Come out, you bastard, so I can send you back to HELL!!!"

I think my neighbors are afraid of me.

ita, in Natter:

Here's a tip. Take some time to celebrate the really nasty people you didn't have sex with. Look at that rude guy behind the counter at Zingerman who stares at your breasts while he takes your order. You didn't go down on him! Yay, you! And the hobo that yells rude things at you when you walk past him? No sexing for him. The really boring guy in class? So not getting any of your honey.

I think ita's quote should go with Fayjay's "fucking great" in the Buffista Hall of Fame.

Hec:

Dude, you can't be a gigolo if you don't know how to spell it. Your business cards will look ridiculous.

Emily, enumerating a fanfic prose peeve:

Never use more than two adjectives to describe a body part. Unless, of course, it's papery, vibrating, and bright green.

giggling like a mad thing

Smallville--

Ellen: Spreading the Yay, One Ho at a Time.