Steph, in Natter:

Man, I was at the grocery store yesterday (in the yuppie part of town -- it's the grocery store that's well-known for being a pickup joint), and it was about 5:30, so I assume that's post-TV football. These 3 college or immediately post-college kids got in line behind me, and they REEKED of beer. They were loud, they were stumbling all over, every time a cell phone rang they imitated it, they kept yelling "Go Steelers!", one guy kept putting a bag of frozen chicken breasts on his HEAD, and they kept talking about the party where they were so stoned that they didn't even know their own names.

I wanted to beat them to death with my can of protein powder, but I would have lost my place in the express line.

I'm actually in a pretty good mood, and I don't want to waste it on my coworkers, you know?

-- Shrift

Steph L., in Natter:

Hmm. I've only named my car and my lightbox. Cause, naming appliances? Well, then it's like a death in the family when they break.

Erika:

If cute and snarky can't happen together, it undermines the Buffista Mission. And probably lets terrorists win.

Nutty, in Natter:

Benadryl (Diphenhydramine) does not contain Sudafed (Pseudoephedrine), because they are like the sharks and the jets of over-the-counter medicine.

Askye in Fanfiction on the vagueries of conjoined names in fandom - specifically Spike/Willow:

Spillow sounds like a weird sexual dysfunction. "The poor guy, not only does he have erectile dysfunction but he also has spillow." Or maybe "You know, he doesn't just have a problem with premature ejaculation, he also has a problem with spillow."

Steph:

Whispered conversation at a cocktail party:

Woman 1: "What's the story on THAT hunk?"
Woman 2: "Oh, darling. Best to avoid him."
Woman 1: "Why on earth?"
Woman 2: "Spillow."
Woman 1: "Ohhhhh."

Billytea in Natter

That's what's always amused me about clothes with slogans like "In case of rapture, this t-shirt will be empty" or something. And I'm thinking, "Really? They're all going to be nekkid on the way up?" 'Cause you know, a lot of them are going to be pretty good-looking, and that's going to be more flesh than most of them are probably used to seeing. I'm expecting more than a little lusting going on during the trip, with the prospect that some invitations could be revoked rather suddenly, with unfortunate consequences. So, y'know, Falwell may call it the Rapture, but to me it'll always be "The Rain of Naked Christians".

Beat me to it.

'cept it was the Angel thread, not Natter.