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.

Oh, I just came here to COMM that -- you *have* to include the final comment, which made me cackle madly:

Polter-Cow: Indians are cremated.

It's a big COMM day for P-C...

Polter-Cow on a ~ma map:
And every morning, Gus would deliver the Buffista weather:

"And it looks like we've got an exam-ma front heading west toward L.A. Must be finals. Denver should expect heavy showers all week due to the concentrated ~ma coming from the other direction. And finally, everyone on the east coast, watch out! Cause there's some strong Green Lantern anti-ma shuttling across the continent."

t natter Oh my. I am so taking notes from both Polter-Cow's mother, and Hil's, too. I suddenly find myself wondering about the emoticon for a standing ovation.

Ginger in Natter:

Okay, I have a chicken-fucking story.

[The story is not even needed, frankly. Just that sentence made me spit COMM.]

ita finds le mot juste in Bureaucracy:

As currently implemented, the code hits a MySQL bug which means we eat CPU cycles like Buffista F2Fers on a candy necklace.

Aimee enjoys her wifely position:

Poor MM.

MM is sad.

MM is sad cause his secret celebrity wife, Alison Janney, got engaged this past week to a man much younger than her and about MM's age.

MM is angry and is sad.

MM loves Alison and is bereft she has 2 timed him.

MM will be teased A LOT this weekend.

Poor sad MM.

Catching up in Literary from a couple days ago:

Calli: "And a little couch bondage sex never hurts a book in my eyes (unless you're lying on said book at the time). "

When worlds collide. Emily, in natter:

Hey, you know, the proportion of height to width of Hello Kitty's head seems to be quite close to the Golden Mean.