Erin :

Billytea, according to one of our lovely rags here in the States (Weekly World News?) there are ALIEN CATS ON MARS.

Can this be TRUE?

billytea:

I don't see why not. 'Leave me the hell alone' is a sentiment well represented by cats, the notion that some of them should have taken it to the extreme of leaving the planet seems reasonable.

Alternatively, of course, it would have to be a case of convergent evolution, where otherwise unrelated animals have evolved to fit the same niche in different environments. Thus we can conclude that Mars as a planet is populated by small furry mammals, and possibly tassels.

Nilly: Secret Message to ND's brain: Why won't you be a nice not-so-little brain, cooperate with that man who has the head in which you live, and let him get some rest? You can come play again after he falls asleep, you know, if you really like, and when that man wakes up, he's going to think it's nothing but dreams.

Natter:

amych: for the sake of the more forgetful and last-minute-ish among us, have we ever determined the speed of -ma? Is it on the order of the speed of sound? Or of light? Or of UPS standard ground service? Do we need to allow extra shipping time at high-demand times, like packages at the holidays? And is it really, really obvious that I'm not getting work done?

Emily in Boxed Set, because it's true:

Man, I should just stay home and watch Sci Fi all day. Pretty soon I'll know every actor in every genre show ever!

Over in the Minearverse (nonspoilery):

Emily: Are we the most fatalistic demographic ever, or what?

(After the Left Behind fandom, I guess.)

In "Firefly", as a response to this:

Trudy: Can I just marry him now and reveal my multitude of assets to him as the years roll by?

In Minearverse (I did just nearly spit on my laptop screen at it, so it counts):

Michelvis: ...Buffistas everywhere (but especially in larger markets) could call up random people in their areas and tell them about WF in that polite, unobtrusive, but heartfelt Buffista way.

Allyson: I think most Buffistas are too shy to call for a pizza.

In Minearverse:

Typo Boy offers up a suggestion for pimping Wonderfalls:

we could stop screening calls, and when the caller is a telemarketer offer a trade: I'll listen to your pitch if you listen to mine.

DXMachina:

Hi, may I speak to Mrs. Mecheena?

First of all, there isn't any @@##&**%#&& Mrs. Machina, you addle-brained, %#$%@@$$%# nincompoop, but thank you so much for reminding me of my loveless #&$@@$%# existence. Second, don't you realize that people are trying to have #$%&#& dinner at this hour, you moronic *#$*&2*&#*&*&&*$*&%#er?

Oh, but as long as I have you on the phone, let me ask you. How do you usually spend your Friday evenings?

Aimee in Movies (screw the context):

Twins as in boobies or twins as in kids?

Natter:

Sparky: I rather like being a grown up -- fewer people with the power to force me to share my toys.