Natter:
Aimée: DX!!
I had a dream last night that I attended a lecture that was being given by you on strawberry-flavored mitochondria.
DXMachina: Now that's just silly. Everyone knows mitochondria taste of vanilla.
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Natter:
Aimée: DX!!
I had a dream last night that I attended a lecture that was being given by you on strawberry-flavored mitochondria.
DXMachina: Now that's just silly. Everyone knows mitochondria taste of vanilla.
Trudy, in Natter, RE Seth Green:
he's probably talking about that gigantic fat chimp lady to HIS online friends RIGHT NOW. I do not care in the least.
amych in Natter:
My very favorite bookstore customer was the one who walked up to the counter, cutting in front of several people in line, and yelled, "ORCHID THIEF!"... to which of course the only possible reply was "how dare you accuse me of such a thing?"
Not-even-faint-praise by Gus in Minearverse:
Crichton is Stephen King, with a metric ruler.
deb: Line in my official bio says it all:
She's spent a lot of time in the company of musicians of a rather less traditional character than her protagonist Ringan Laine, but has no intention of going into detail, because she doesn't want them coming after her with machetes or lawyers.
In Buffista Fic:
erikaj: Thursday100 is having the worst drabble challenge evah this week. A story that is one hundred word sentence, grammatical and exact. Why? And I think it can't be done, either. And ew. Signed, short, choppy sentences' bitch. (resignedly dusting semicolon.)
NovaChild: Well, Erika, you do raise a good point about the intense difficulty of constructing sentences of such an absurdedly high word count, especially if the labyrinthine sentence is required to tell a compelling story; however, I do believe (nay, I KNOW) that it is possible, perhaps not even especially difficult, to construct such a montrosity of a sentence so long as the writer is not especially interested in maintaining the interest of his or her glorious readers for an extended period, and is capable of using hundreds of scintillatingly lusciously luxurious adjectives and equally attractive adverbs with every conceivable noun.
ita, in Bitches:
I've been cute. I probably will be cute again.
As long as I still get to punch people's faces in, I suppose that's fine.
Brenda M in Bitches:
ION, the dog chewed up a bath bomb.
This was discovered via her suspiciously fragrant breath.
Still cleaning diet coke off the screen.
Holli, in Natter, with all the context required:
Now I'm envisioning Zombie Douglas Adams. "Towellllllssss..."
In The Jossverse In Other Media:
Theodosia: Turning to diamond strikes me as a dubious superpower.
Hec: Not if you're fighting The Glass Baron!