Matt the Bruins Fan makes me love Margaret Cho:

I made my last minute deadline in time to race to Memphis and see Margaret Cho in person on her "State of Emergency" tour. She rocks to an amazing degree.

Margaret had a great bit about how some of her comments about Bush sparked a wave of bigoted hate mail of the "GO BACK TO YUR OWN KUNTRY YOU CHINK DIKE!!!1!" variety. Which she then posted on her website... complete with all the included return address info for the convenience of any passing fans who might like to reply.

The aforementioned hate mailers then flooded her e-mail with a bunch of apologies begging her to call off the hordes of drag queens who were filling their in boxes with floods of angry letters. She said "Apparently, I activated Al-Gayda without realizing it—and that is one sleeper cell you do not want to wake up pissed off!"

KristinT: You know what? I don't know enough about this to make declarative statements. I'm going to stop talking out of my ass now and say...

Look! A monkey! A shiny one!

KristinT:

On the other hand, I had a hysterical conversation with a couple of new money types who were wandering through Old Saybrook in search of an "up and coming" part of CT to settle in. It was so funny--they grilled me for twenty minutes in the parking lot of a random restuarant and used the phrase "up and coming" at least fifteen times. They were very concerned that they find this "up and coming" community, and for some reason seemed to think that I had the key to it.

I must have been wearing something from Talbots.

They were very concerned that they find this "up and coming" community, and for some reason seemed to think that I had the key to it.

My first thought on reading 'up and coming' was, "I bet this is what they call Viagra in Japan."

Gus, in Natter, brings birthday cheer:

Sweeps up Trudy and carries her into the Virtual Boudoir with the express intention of inventing an entirely new sin. The sin will be known as The Trudy Sin, in honor of it having been invented on her birthday.

And Cindy in Bitches, prepares her story for the case worker:

When Ben was brand new, I was feeding him one day, and Days came on the TV. When the theme music started, and MacDonald Carey started with the, "Like sands through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives..." voice over, he turned his little head right towards the TV. He did this consistently thereafter, so I know it wasn't a fluke. He was transfixed by it. When he was X months old, we got him a toy hour glass rattle (very simple, and shaped exactly like an hourglass). He couldn't say his "D" sounds--they came out as "G" sounds. He would grab it, and screech, "Gays of our Wives. Gays of our WIIIIIIIIVES!"

Cindy's on a roll today. In Natter:

tommyrot: Kissing her was nice and exciting. But what really caused the shock and awe was the first time she put her hand down my pants - because I wasn't expecting it.

Cindy: Nobody expects the Pantish Inquisition.

Gudanov in Natter:

Nothing really says get offa my lawn like an AK-47.

In Firefly:

Kalshane: The only issue I personally take with costuming is when it's inappropriate for the place in question (Klingons at a Renessaince Faire, for instance.)

tommyrot: The importance of Klingons to the Renaissance has been tragically ignored.

Kalshane: They did write Hamlet, after all.

Sometimes it's the most randome things that just crack me right the hell up. Allyson in Firefly ...

I balk. This is me balking. I am a Balkan.

Nicole in Bitches, ornamenting Tuesday as a crap day:

My ex and Bush are both in town today. This has to be a sign of the Apocalypse, right?