Cindy sums up the afternoon in Bitches:

You think that Bitches would have enough of silly muskrats
I look around me and I see, it isn't so, oh no.
Some Bitches want to fill b.org with silly muskrats
And what's wrong with that
I need to know
'Cause here I go
Again...

Kat in Natter on the fine art of celebrity sightings:

David Spade was having a cup of soup at Mo's. At first I thought, "Whoa. He's taller than I thought." Then I realized the problem. He was seated and I was standing.

Raquel: (side note...a graffito around the corner from my house here says in English "Fuck You Beach." I give points for the attempt)

billytea: Ooh. Sand in new places.

In Natter:

Juliana: Portable Defib, which is a possibility for the bulge.

Trudy Booth: Awwww... He's dressing up like Cheney! It's so cute when kids do that.

Raquel: Regarding Bush's Back Box, a friend wrote me that he was hoping someone would crack the frequency and start putting their own script into Bush's mouth:

Bush: I love sasquatch, I believe in sasquatch, and if elected I'll make sasquatch a member of my cabinet, probably the Department of the Interior. Oh, and fuck the Jews, and I did a couple of lines of coke off a hooker name Steve's back not more than twenty minutes ago and paid him in Krugerrands that Dick Cheney pulls out from behind his ear. I call my johnson "El Buche."

shrift: I'm working on four computers, wearing glasses and an Ankh Morpork Post Office T-shirt, and listening to They Might Be Giants. Could I be any geekier?

Tom Scola: Not without a special permit.

Sean K: t issues shrift a special permit

Aimee in Bitches, on Emma Jayne's being head down and ready to go:

She is fully aware that there is only ONE exit available to her unless it is an emergency. And as far as inflatable safety devices go, she can grap a boob.

Aimee's on a roll....

It started off from an old comedy bit where someone said that when they get pulled over, they keep a maglite in their and when the cop flashed the light in his eyes and ask what he doing, the comic would do the same.

My mind processes being what they are (read:insane) I always thought that would come in handy for those yearly womenly exams. Doc goes down there with his light and there's a little foreman guy who is all dressed in sperlunking gear with a miner's helmet on, wondering who the hell's out there and what's up with him bringing the sun. Anyway, that is VAGINA MAN. He leads the way to the cervix, he's kinda this gruff Jersey construction guy...."Ya gotcher cervix up here, it's strong. Had a baby once-nastiest thing. Took us forever to get shit shored up right again."

Alibelle's commentary on an article about soldiers in Iraq.

But Nadine Stratford of Rock Hill, S.C., said her godson Colin Durham, 20, has been happy with his time in Iraq. She has not heard from him since the platoon was detained.

"When I talked to him about a month ago, he was fine," Stratford said. "He said it was like being at home."

What the hell kind of home is he from???

Bwah! In Buffy.

Lyra Jane: Buffy? Isn't that the show about the blonde chick and the monsters? Ew.

Polter-Cow: No, Lyra, that's 7th Heaven.