tommyrot: Last night I had a dream about a giant subway station / cafeteria in San Francisco. You'd pay your fare, take many flights of stairs down, eat in the cafeteria, and then get on the train. The cafeteria clerks laughed at me because I accidentally took an entire ham.

Why can't I have dreams about sex like a normal person?

Calli: Accidentally? I'm trying to picture this.

tommyrot: Well I sat down and looked at my plate and there it was. So I was like, "That's what they were laughing at." Someone sitting next to me felt pitty on my - he threw most of the ham on the floor so I'd have a normal portion left.

Ginger:

I took two years of Latin to avoid Home Ec, the only other elective available to me in eighth and ninth grade. It was either Omnia gallia est in tres partes or peanut butter cookies. I have found Latin to be quite useful over the years in writing, although I probably would have paid more attention if I thought I'd be able to conjure with it.

Catching up in Natter:

Aimee:

ORANGE IS THE NEW PINK.

Steph L.:

No, massive homosexual orgasms are the new pink.

(Psst, Dana....that was me.)

Heh. That would have been the second guess after msbelle. Editing.

Thanks love. (bouncy, bouncy)

From the CWDNNSC file...

Theodosia: If I ever decided to make a Skunk Trap, it would be a stake rammed into the ground, a stout string and a nearly-empty Yoplait container, with the string firmly attached to both.

Nutty, comparing actor sizes:

flea and I have determined that Orlando has a tiny tiny head compared to most actors. In a head-off, James Van Der Beek would totally squash him.

ita: Isn't Tim why we're all single?

Aurelia: I wonder if my mother would accept this reason.

Allyson: Maybe Tim could write you a note? It would be a very well-written note, with arcs and stuff.

Aimée: But then she runs the risk of being dead at the end of it.

Wolfram:

Dear aurelia's mom,

Aurelia could be blissfully happy. But then I'd have to kill her. It's kind of what I do.

All the best.

T M

amych: TB, you realize you're arguing political economy with a pack of ferrets bent on world domination, yes?

F.L.O. (Ferret Liberation Organization): We're fixed. Leave us to our simple pleasures.

Ken Buddha: Waves something shiny in the Ferrets direction. Tosses it in opposite direction.

Typo Boy: Wait a minute. Don't distract the Ferrets from their plan for world domination. Right now, world domination by Ferrets looks like the lesser weasel.

Tim Minear: Boy would I love to weigh in on all this. But never argue with a ferret. And in Hollywood, NEVER admit you're a Heyakian free market capitalist.