Connie Neil, in Buffy 4:
The first few years we lived here and had fighter practice in the front yard, we'd have cop cars by all the time. Pretty soon, though, that stopped as word got around about the weird folk on the corner. We have actually heard that there are fewer incidents reported in our immediate neighborhood. Apparently word gets around taht the folks on the corner have blunt instruments and aren't afraid to use them. Then they see me hacking at snowmen with live steel . . . We can always tell when there's a new cop on the patrol. I think the department sends them out our way just to break them in.
Edited to correct what I meant to type.
Theodosia in Natter, with the best advice I've heard all week:
There are times, sarameg, when it really pays not to listen to your own brain.
I'm easily amused today, it seems. Not one, but
two
COMMs!
LotR:
Sumi: In India, they aren't getting RotK until February 6.
Tom Scola: That's understandable, it will take that long to splice in the musical numbers.
And in Angel 4:
ita: What's 21 grams in Imperial?
Trudy: Sir 21 grams?
21! That needs to be 21!
rushes off to edit ... wherever.
21! That needs to be 21!
Oh, the dilemma. Do I just change ita's post, or do I pretend Trudy has changed hers as well? Its immortalisation in the BRQG is in my hands...
In the Holiday thread:
billytea:
The construction company in charge of renovations to Melbourne Airport, including a multistorey carpark - and who got to plaster their name in gigantic letters all over this international gateway to Australia while the work was on - was a firm by the name of Hooker Cockram. Not since the law firm of Dewey, Cheetham and Howe has there been such an arrestingly named commercial venture.
Trudy:
Too bad they weren't Muddy, Orgy & Associates
billytea:
Melbourne
Airport. Not Sydney.
