Steph and Polter-Cow, on Nick Park:
Steph: I was picturing some sort of weird black-and-white movie in Swedish, with English subtitles that no one can read anyway because they're white on a black-and-white movie, where people are traumatized about pants, demonstrated by looooooooong scenes with no dialogue where the people sit around smoking filterless cigarettes and brooding.
Polter-Cow: No, no. That's The Seventh Trouser.
Because really, I did cackle loudly in the office, bringing two bosses to whom I could not explain sufficiently:
billytea:
Hee. I shizzolated Amazon.com. "Add to Wish list. Don't has one? We'll set one up fo' yo' ass, know what I'm sayin'?"
JohnSweden
on the dangers of trying to keep up with conversations in Natter:
huh, got distracted by work and the conversation moved to zombies and shizzle nizzle. Never mind.
Rick V.:
I've been interested to read the family histories of the Buffistas, what with their long tenure in America and the whole melting pot thing. I grew up with the children and grandchildren of immigrants, in a town with a strong ethnic identity, where discussions of family ancestry took a different form:
"Where did your family come from?" 'The Sognefjord" "Oh, mine came from Trondheim"
I was one of the more ethnically diverse kids, because my mother's parents emigrated from Sweden instead of Norway. I tried to keep quiet about it, though, because who wants to be a weirdo?
In Natter:
beth b
:Chicken nuggets wearing clothes does not make me want to eat them.
Trudy Booth
:Chicken nuggets wearing Orlando Bloom does not make me want to eat them.
In Natter:
Lilty Cash:
A friend and I collected them all, and would act out tiny sagas with them.
Gudanov:
It is a period of civil war.
Rebel meals, striking from a
hidden base, have won their first
victory against the evil McEmpire. During
the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal secret plans
to the McEmpire's ultimate weapon, the Supersized Nugget, an heavily battered nugget with enough grease to destroy an entire digestive system.
Pursued by the McEmpire's sinister agents, Princess Lilty races home aboard her Happy Meal, custodian of the stolen plans that can save her people and restore nutrition to the galaxy...
Out of context, Sarameg, in Natter:
I was laughing too hard to snap a picture of the camel sticking its head in the car window and lunging at my brother's crotch. Oh, the look on his face....
Nutty, talking about predators that kill humans:
I bet I could beat up a cheetah
Steph L.:
Why do you think the cheetah is so wimpy? Cheetahs worldwide are now e- mailing each other, plotting your slow demise.
[edited to make everyone look crazy]