Jessica: Dubya has arrived in NYC. They've completely closed off 3rd Avenue so that the official Dubya caravan can drive to the Waldorf the wrong way down a one-way street.
Teppy: That's what happens when you let Dubya drive.
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Jessica: Dubya has arrived in NYC. They've completely closed off 3rd Avenue so that the official Dubya caravan can drive to the Waldorf the wrong way down a one-way street.
Teppy: That's what happens when you let Dubya drive.
Hec, in Natter, on the subject of JZ's mom:
Her Mom won't just take her on a guilt trip, she'll take her on a Grand Tour of all the major cities of continental Guilt: St. Flagellation, Unworthiesburg, Olde Shame. The classics.
ita, in Natter on the naming of one's children after hurricanes:
I would totally consider naming my kid after a hurricane she was born during.
However, living in CA, I'll likely end up with kids named 5.3 and 4.2 instead.
VW Bug, In Bitches:
I'm going to procrastinate a bit by showering. The world will be pleased with this procrastination technique, though, as I will be lots less stinky.
JZ , in Bitches:
I was just about to say "From your lips to God's ear, erika" and then I amended it to "From your fingertips to God's eye" and then I got all distracted by the thought of God lurking on b.org and supporting us in email and I completely lost track of what I was originally going to say, but I urge you to ponder the idea of God being a lurker who supports in email, as it's entertaining and leads to all kinds of interesting theological speculation.
Natter ...
Hil: I'm not quite awake, but I think I'm awake enough to handle calculus.
Sue: This is the difference between the math brain and my brain. Twenty pots of coffee wouldn't make me awake enough to handle calculus.
Robin: Twenty pots of methamphetamine wouldn't make me awake enough to handle calculus.
Calli: Me neither. But after I vibrated into another dimension, I probably wouldn't care about calculus.
edited because apparently I'm not awake enough to handle formatting
edited because apparently I'm not awake enough to handle formatting
maybe coffee help
From the wilds of Natter:
Steph L. -- JZ! You were in my dream last night! You hugged me and told me you loved me. I can't remember what happened after that, but I'm really hoping you didn't run me through with a sword to prevent Acathla from sucking the world into hell.
In Natter:
ita: Is everyone aware that Val Kilmer IS Moses?
KristinT: For some unknown reason, I read "Val Kilmer" as "Keanu Reeves", and my brain went to a really dark, disturbing place.
"Dude! Let my people go! Whoa...are those frogs?"
cuz it made VW spit coffee:
vw bug: I had forgotten about all the different “types” of students in a class…especially one that is so interactive. There is the know-it-all, the interrupter, the hand-waver, the can’t-get-a-word-in-edgewise (that’s no one else can get a word in, not the other way around), the complainy bitch, the whiner, the one-who-really-does-have-good-ideas-but-talks-too-much, the soaks-it-all-in person, the observer (that’d be me), and the friendly face (my bud from last semester’s honors seminar).
Topic!Cindy: Hmmm. This sounds similar to the way things are somewhere else. The word won't come to me, though. Itiner...no, that's not it. Inter-mural. Nope. Iditarod? Nope. Um. Don't tell me. Don't tell me.
edit: dammit, this is what I get for trying to provide context.
shakes not-so-wee fist at Deena, but in a loving manner