NoiseDesign in f2f:
I am so deeply and utterly in F2F withdrawl now. It's like getting the porn version of the bends.
Kate P:
The bendovers?
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NoiseDesign in f2f:
I am so deeply and utterly in F2F withdrawl now. It's like getting the porn version of the bends.
Kate P:
The bendovers?
In Angel, spoilery for absolutely nothing, except Allyson's Green Lantern hate:
Strega: I fear the guac.
Allyson: The guac is green, so it can apparently be foiled with yellow.
The Angel thread was cracking me up last night. First, a shout-out from TWoP:
Strega: Angel is lurking in a coffee shop, no doubt supporting Allyson in email.
Then, more on Allyson's Green Lantern feelings:
PMM
Even the worst of the K*tten stuff seems sane and tame compared to the Green Lantern Wars.)
Allyson
Doesn't that lametard fight crime with yellow?
WTF?
"Behold! This is my banana of DOOM!"
"Back off, Osama! I'm driving a SCHOOL BUS!"
Polter-Cow
No, yellow is his weakness, which is even lamer.
"Aaaach, Big Bird, get away from me!"
"I ordered pink lemonade, dammit! Are you trying to kill me?"
Allyson
dies
So, this is the only superhero who can be killed by a golden shower? We all pee and he's DONE FOR.
I hate the Green Lantern. Doesn't a small boy ride on his back for no apparent reason?
And more dissing of the Green Lantern....
Allyson: Fucking Green Lantern. His enemies piss in the snow while he's bound in Crime Scene Tape and the guy is toast. Why is this a superhero?
I was just coming in here to post that one.
Beverly: The hired bartender was reported to have spent what time he wasn't pouring drinks or gawping in amazement on his cell phone, reporting the experience in all its surreality. He seemed impressed by all the boobage on display, as well as the peacock resplendence of the men. But apparently his HSQ level rose several notches when Jon B. reappeared in his silver suit and began to play the theremin.
Jessica: I'm fully expecting next year's bestselling quasi-fictional book to be Boobs, Pleather, Candy! A Day in the Life of a Hotel Bartender.
From Tommyrot, in The Minearverse:
We're like squirrels, ferreting out fandom factoids and stashing them away for retreival years later.
Or we're like ferrets, finding fandom factoids and squirlling them away...
We're like ferret-squirrels, weaseling factoids out of their eggs....
But apparently his HSQ level rose several notches when Jon B. reappeared in his silver suit and began to play the theremin.
Oh Yeah! t /Quagmire
Nutty in Boxed Set:
They could be strapping live chipmunks to their thighs and it would probably still be kinda sexy. I mean, hilarious and dangerous on the rabies front, but sexy.
billytea on archaeologists v. archeologists:
Of course, it doesn't matter what they call themselves, their careers are still in ruins.
No-o-o-obody knows, the rubble I've seen...
On the similarities between Jewish and Indian mothers:
Polter-Cow: My mom told me to talk to my grandfather and tell him I wanted him to take care of himself so he could see me get married.
Amych: I bow before Mrs. Cow. That is the finest example I've ever seen of the extremely difficult double-barrelled simultaneous guilt trip, aimed with deadly accuracy at both father and son at once.
(Are you sure she's not Jewish?)
Trudy Booth: Looks like that Lost Tribe made it's way to the subcontinent, huh?
Hil R: My mother once called me to let me know that she and my father had bought grave plots in the cemetary where her whole family is buried. They also bought four extra plots, for me and my sister and our husbands. (At that time, we were 19 and 22, and neither of us was even dating anyone.) Then she reminded me that non-Jewish people can't be buried in Jewish cemetaries.
Polter-cow: Hey, Hil, wanna get married?
Hil R: Well, you'd have to find your own gravesite.