In Bitches...

Susan W.: It's all about eyes on the page. It reminds me of the coverage of the flu and the vaccine shortage--you know all the stuff they had recently about how this flu isn't a PANDEMIC, not like the 1918 PANDEMIC, and here's why it's not a PANDEMIC, but it's inevitable that someday a PANDEMIC FLU will come again?

amych: And this makes me think of the mid-70s War On Swine Flu. Why, oh why, can't we have a leader with the boldness and clarity of vision of Gerald Ford?

ita:

Our NYE mountain plans were cancelled due to lack of wishing to be 3,500 feet up in the dark and cold with people we hardly know.

connie neil in Bitches, for the visual and the last line:

I have a sweet Hubby. Two days ago, when the latest snow began to fall, he had a neighbor build a snowman for me. See, several years ago--the last time we had real snow--I discovered the joys of dismembering snowmen with a sword. Ever see a hand and a half broadsword decapitate a frozen snowman? Makes a neat crunching noise, and the neighbors cross the street to go past your house.

The past two days I've been too tired when I got home from work to dismember Mr. Snowman. But Hubby was determined that I give Sting a proper workout. So, tonight, in the spirit of "I don't have to work tomorrow!" I pulled Sting off its wallhanger and said, "There's a snowman in the front yard that needs decapitating." Hubby, who has been in bed a lot dealing with the pain of surgery recuperation, blinked and said, "Not before I get my shoes on." "Then best get moving."

Mr. Snowman was a little soft, but Sting is a sweet blade to swing. It's a tad light, but it's balanced beautifully for my hand and it slices very nicely through blocks of snow. Being short, you can turn it in the air quickly and get some nice one-two combinations. Need more snowmen.

Fay:

I could really get into this whole Goddess thing, actually. I like the idea of being a Heavenly Body. My Grandmother's always urging me to treat my body like a temple; in this instance, I'm guessing that would mean I should let all my worshippers come inside and have epiphanies. Although I don't think that's quite what Nana meant. Bless her.

In Natter...

Theodosia:

I have to pack. Somebody tell me to pack, okay?

kat perez:

A little inspiration, courtesy of the Village People:

P-A-C-K
It's fun to put all your
Clothing away
You can get organized
Roll your socks up in balls
You'll be able to fit it all

P-A-C-K
You'd better do it right now
Don't delay
May your suitcases hold
All the jackets you fold
And be very easy to load

P-A-C-K

From Natter a couple days back:

Rick V.: Lutefisk. The piece of cod that passeth all understanding.

The eternal question in LotR

Sean: I know I'd be more cocky when riding a giant elephant, though I'd worry if I saw a girlie elf-dude anywhere on the battlefield.

ita: He was NOT girlie.

Sean: Whoops, sorry...
Metrosexual elf-dude.

Plei: You can't be a metrosexual when you're crushing on the King to Be and accepting the marriage proposal of your dwarven lovemuffin.
IJS.
Big *gay* elf-dude, but not girly.

Deena brings in the profound (rather than the funny), in Bitches:

When my parents went to Israel, they visited the Wailing Wall. They said the physical presence of the place was intense, the tangibility of the prayers fluttering out of the wall, the people. The expression of faith and the strength of the experience inspired awe.

Sometimes, when we all vibe, I'm reminded of their description of that experience, and I imagine this as the somewhat tangible expression of our own version of the wailing wall, with our good wishes, hopes and prayers, and it seems very powerful to me.

Teppy vents in Bitches:

Steph: Though they feed the dogs twice a day, which I have *never* heard of, and those dogs could stand to skip a meal.

No more Teppy dogsitter. No mas.

Gudanov: I feed my dogs twice a day. It happens.

Steph: See, that's the problem with this board -- as soon as someone grumbles, "Boy, juggling underwater sure is weird," someone else invariably comes along and says "*I* juggle underwater, and it's fucking great!"

Gudanov: Well, I don't juggle.

Sean K: You got a problem with underwater juggling, Tep?

NoiseDesign: <fetches scuba gear>

Steph: See, I knew it! All you underwater jugglers -- freaks, the lot of you!

More Bitches:

NoiseDesign: Ooops, didn't mean to kill the thread.

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Sean K: Nice one, ND...

NoiseDesign: I'm a big part of the reason Buffistas can't have nice things.