Emily in Bitches. I'm not giving context; the discussion leading up to it is too much for me this early. Go look if you need context.
The above drawing, for those who'd like to know before clicking, features da Vinci's drawing of a man with his insides showing engaged in copulation with... well, the breast through upper thigh of a woman. Apparently sperm comes down a channel from his brain, and there seems to be a tube of some kind connecting her nipple with some abdominal internal organ...
Wow. It's like Geiger, but not intentional.
In, of all places, Bureaucracy
Jesse: I've never read the books, but it seems pretty well obvious that Aragorn is who they mean when they say "return of the king." I mean, it's not Elvis, right?
Emily
Good start! Now propose a mechanism which would react in a similar way to the same stimulus (or, to help with the other class: given some group already proven to be smokin' hot, prove that there is some polynomial-time computable function f such that a person X fits into that group if and only if f(X) is a smart chick. This will prove that smart chicks are at least as smokin' hot as any other group of hotties, and that if any one of them is in the set P, P = HOT).
Madrigal Costello:
I remember wanting crutches. But even when I broke my ankle, the doctor wouldn't say that I needed them, so I just had to hobble. A person really needs a prop like crutches to look tragical enough to get sympathy from others. I ended looking like I'd had someone else's much larger foot attached to my leg.
Ginger, on the holiday season as they should be taught in public schools:
When you're making a diorama of a winter solstice human sacrifice, it's really hard to get the sacrificial knife right, plus the blood never looks realistic.
Haven't seen this in here in catchy-uppy mode. Anyway, made
me
laugh.
erika, on tricky vocabulary:
But it makes it hard when Bitches send you stuff...JZ sent me a package, and I was like "I wanna see what's in Jacqueline's box." Then I was like "That didn't come out right," Package didn't really help either.
Trudy Booth, after a late-night heart-to-heart talk in Bitches:
Alright, just because I'm dying alone doesn't mean I have to be sleepy at work.
In Angel, Cindy imagines a meeting between Xander and Cordelia (no to minimal spoilers for Angel S5, but white-fonted just in case)
XANDER: You do remember I'm also from Sunnydale, right? Sure, your last couple of years haven't been a day at the beach, but they're nothing that high school didn't prepare us for.
CORDELIA: Take a look at this picture of what it did to my hair.
XANDER: Oh, Cordelia. I had no idea. If you want out, say the word.
CORDELIA: Sunnydale, here I come!
XANDER: Um...about Sunnydale. It's now a gaping pit in the middle of nowhere.
(Cordelia looks around at the W&H facilities. Her eyes fall first on Wesley, then Gunn, Angel, Fred, Lorne, and finally Spike.)
CORDELIA: Sunnydale, here I come.
