Speaking of JessPMoon, this is from Angel Spoilers:

Nah, I'd rather see Jilli get [a guest appearance on Angel]. They'll take one look at her and instantly formulate a mini-arc about an evil Victorian governess vamped by Dru when she needed someone to watch Miss Edith, who comes back to terrorize the MoG.

askye, in Movies:

I've seen Run Lola Run. I'd heard a lot about it but I ended up fast forwarding through most of it.

She wasn't running fast enough.

David mocking Teppy, in Movies:

What exactly do you do for fun in Cincinnati anyway? Gopher smacking day? National Censorship Week? We Insist On Calling Our Spaghetti Sauce Chili Because We Don't Know Any Better Month?

Gus helping Aurelia out, in Natter:

Old DUDE, cheated out of his earlier bid for KATIE’s sister FOXYLADY and still on the lookout for a young wife, now has his eye on BLONDIE’s younger sister D-CUP. He may have worked himself into her father REALLY CRUSTY OLD DUDE’s good books, but he has a rival in young WELLHUNG. D-CUP returns WELLHUNG’s love but refuses to elope with him. She scorns DUDE’s wealth and demands her right to marry whom she pleases. BLONDIE, likewise, declares herself more than a match for her new husband: she is no longer as meek as she has hitherto appeared. Inspired by FOXYLADY, BLONDIE announces that she will refuse to sleep with her husband until she has tamed him to her will. The men’s laddish anticipation of the wedding night is interrupted by Grumio’s announcement that BLONDIE has barricaded herself into her room along with FOXYLADY and refuses to admit NOTSOWELLHUNG. NOTSOWELLHUNG is outraged – and baffled. The men vow revenge. News of the women’s revolt is beginning to spread and others join the cause. D-CUP appears to reject both her suitors – hoping that WELLHUNG realises that in his case it’s only a ruse – and, threatened with imminent marriage to DUDE, she joins forces with BLONDIE and FOXYLADY. WELLHUNG, disillusioned by D-CUP’s apparent dismissal, vows never to love again and accepts a wager from Tranio to this effect. Tranio, however, has another agenda. NOTSOWELLHUNG, still at a loss, accepts the various conditions the women offer, one of which is that D-CUP shall not be forced to marry anyone for a month. The women abandon their refuge, but as BLONDIE still refuses NOTSOWELLHUNG his marital rights, he resorts to other stratagems. In a plot to bring D-CUP and WELLHUNG together again, FOXYLADY and Tranio persuade D-CUP to put it out that guilt and repentance have brought her into a sickness. When her former suitors visit her, papers are signed. NOTSOWELLHUNG declares that he has had enough and intends to go travelling. BLONDIE, apparently taking him at his word, is delighted and declares in her turn that when he returns from his voyage a changed man, she will welcome him back. But as the luggage is being stowed on board, word comes that NOTSOWELLHUNG is dead.

Anne W., in Spoilers:

I swear, the folks on AtS have the worst luck with portals. Given the way that portals tend to work out for them, I half expect to find out that they're manufactured by ACME.

Heh. Whitefonted, it reads like AtS MadLibs.

Emily in Natter:

Alert: A firm agreement has been reached and, pending final approval and benefits review, Perl will be joining the ranks of my bitches. Who's Perl's daddy?

Probably not me, but I'm, like, its slightly older cousin, anyway!

Mardrigal, in Bitches:

Another reason why this place sucks - the graveyards in town are too brightly lit at night, and the rural ones have too much wildlife. One might like to think about Wolverine during sex, but not wolverines.

Ken Buddha on the acceptance of a gay male professional rugby player in Australia:

I suspect that rugby trash talk probably already contains so many rude things said about ones alleged sexual proclivities that any of it actually being true probably barely makes a blip on the radar.

Oh hell, I'll just quote the whole thing. JZ in movies:

The Postman always annoyed me--not that I've ever seen it; the premise just sounds marvelously absurd. I could so very easily imagine G.K. Chesterton sitting down in the afterglow of The Man Who Was Thursday and tossing off a hundred pages about a little man wandering through East Apocalyptica, finding an abandoned mailbag, and making a joyfully demented knightly quest of the delivery of its contents.

I'm quite certain, though, that Costner took it all horribly seriously, sucked all the fun out of it, and never had his postman pretend to be an anarchist pretending to be a postman pretending to be an anarchist, or have him pursue an enemy who escapes first on an elephant and then in a balloon and flings ironical Dadaist taunts at him from a majestic height.

However, it remains my firm opinion that my secret fantasy Postman (directed by Terry Gilliam and starring Sean Astin) is one of the most charmingly insane nonexistent adaptations of an unwritten imaginary novel never filmed. Also that Costner ought to be spanked in a porn-free manner for his perpetration of the actual version.