Trudy Booth, in Bitches:

Short and blonde and sorta pasty

The girl from Ypsilanti gets pastry

A certain donut makes pregnant Empresses

Go "ahhhhh"

Merinda:

...a girl from Ypsilanti's so tasty...

Wow, that was weird. You went "pastry" and I went "tasty."

Trudy:

Clearly you know more girls from Ypsilanti.

Aimée:

Ahem. *I* am from Ypsilanti.

Polter-Cow:

Ah, yes you are. And you are definitely tasty. Offensive as all get-out, but tasty.

Miracleman: One of the things that weirds me out about this Revolution X story is the "military liaison".

Since when does a high school have a military liaison?

I'm just trying to imagine Community High School in Ann Arbor having a military liaison.

"Good morning, students. I'm Colonel Jack Brickchin and I will be your military liaison.

In the event of an enemy invasion, you will be required to do the following:

The A/V department will be coordinating communications from here through the Public Access channel down the street.

All students in the Scott, Eisenberg, Dodd and Brown forums will join up with the 101st Light Armored and establish a defensive perimeter that includes Zingermann's and Kerrytown.

All students in the Dewoskin, Morales and King forums will hook up with the 352nd Infantry and head south to protect Briarwood Mall. It is imperative that the enemy not gain access to Ruby Tuesday's and S'barros, so until reinforcement from Father Gabriel Richard High School arrive to relieve you, you will hold that line. Are we clear? YOU HOLD!

Dismissed."

Crime drama, with cicadas:

Vortex: And there were several dead cicadas in the stairwell.

tommyrot: Did you draw their outlines with white chalk?

Tommyrot begins to formulate his religion:

I'll have to get myself ordained tomorrow, as I must go to bed. In the meantime, I need to work on my commandments. Here's what I've come up with so far:

1: Don't fuck shit up.

2: Don't be such a fucking idiot.

3: Be especially nice to cats.

Tommyrot: Well in America you're free to buy fruit and do whatever you want with it in the privacy of your home.

(Except, you know, use fruit to commit murder or other crimes of violence. Or, um, use fruit to print money. Or write state secrets on fruit and scan the fruit into a computer and email the image to foreign powers.)

Heh. It's tommyroll for brunch then?

Yes! I pull off the COMM hat trick. Or 3-peat. Or something.

Anyway, it's cool.

A discussion in Literary.

msbelle: Can someone give a short definition of southern gothic?

how about midwestern gothic?

Polter-Cow: Incest. Lots of incest.

Lilty Cash: This is horrible, but all that I can imagine is that couple standing in front of the farmhouse with the pitchfork.

Fred Pete: how about midwestern gothic? Like Southern Gothic, but people pronounce their r's.

Vortex: - dysfunctional. lots of family secrets, usually involving affairs and/or illegitimate children and/or incest (or all three). Lots of sneaking around in the kudzu and the sounds of crickets in the darkness. At some point, someone sits in a rocking chair on a porch and fans themselves.

juliana: - Can someone give a short definition of southern gothic? Spooooky, y'all.

edit: Thank goodness Vortex came in with an actual definition. :)

So, like Eugene O'Neill, but with more lurking?

My first foray into COMM:

Gus (in Natter):

Here is the thing about grass skirts for men who are long of limb. Since the skirt comes to about mid-thigh, you are convinced that any unfortunate posture will reveal your Johnson.* Any man who really does have "Oh, my mid-thigh is showing, thus my Johnson" problems in real life should report to Porn Central for immediate employment.

I need to add the * explanation for the above..

*completely evitable digression number #45609: Why is a man's member commonly given a euphemism that sounds vaguely English in origin? Mine is not in the least bit mannered, overly polite, or reticent.

Same message from Gus in Natter.