Catching up in Natter is fun--

tommyrot: I think there should be a fenced-off area, and on tax day everyone shows up and dumps what money they think is fair into a big pile. Then, when night falls, all the various city, county, state and federal government agencies show up and take whatever money they think they need.

shrift: Huh. I think I stuck my elbow in a donut. It's this kinky new thing I'm trying out.

Gud: No offense, but you need either better kinks or less free time.

shrift: You got a thing against a hard-working girl earning her living elbowing donuts? Huh?

Cindy: Yeah, because humans are so honest, and frugal.

tommyrot: Exactly. And any money left over can be used to research ways of protecting donuts from elbows.

Gud: Actually I'm a member of Donuts Unified against Molestation by Bodies, and we need a better acronym.

And then Healther put the icing on the cake with her tub full of lime jello and ginger root (ginger root?) comment.

Confession: Lime jello and ginger root came from an IM bit between me and FE that went something like.

FE: I don't want you to think I'm some sort of freak sitting naked in a tub of lime jello chewing on bits of ginger root.
ME: Why would that be...wait did you say lime jello? FREAK.

In BBaBB, ita provided a linked explanation of things.

Gus: ita's link is about things "tidy." We geekizoid nerds get all lumpy in the pants when attractive young ladies talk about things getting "tidy."

You would have to be a geek who was there...

Polter-Cow: Please never use that phrase again, as it does not specify front or back.

Lexine in Bitches, making me very very happy as a mother of a grown daughter, on attending a local concert with her teenaged daughter. Slightly edited to remove the individual names she was responding to:

...we saw Kataclysm, Goatwhore, Macabre, Napalm Death, and Cannibal Corpse. Lovely names, eh? Like I said, I like the classic metal sound much better, but love live music of any kind. Macabre sucked, but the rest played well.

I have no idea how long this will last, so I'm taking advantage of every opportunity I have to share this with her. Who knows what my son will get into.

Mother and child, grooving to the stylings of death metal. Gotta love that.

Liese:

Once I realized there was a Sawyer/Sayid hoyay camp, the line, "I don't trust him...with you," takes on a whole new meaning. "I don't trust him...with you, because you and your non-matching-underclothes-wearing -self might steal him away from me and our sweet, sweet fusilage love. I know him but tenuously in these early days and do not yet know if his yay is only of the ho, or if he yays with all. And I'm thinking, all, because, look at him."

Polter-Cow discusses 2001: A Space Odyssey in the Movies topic:

I liked the monkeys, and I liked HAL.

That should have been the whole movie. HAL mocking the monkeys. That would have ruled.

Gud in Natter:

On a trip of some length it's pretty normal for my kids to take off their shoes and then have sock puppet theater. Usually, one of the sock puppets turns out to be carnivorous and the show ends tragically.

Windsparrow:

Have I mentioned lately that I hate scorpions? Had more of 'em in my bed than men. Dammit.

News item:

actress Tara Reid is fed-up with her reputation for being a "retard" and cites friend Paris Hilton as her role model for overcoming her party girl image.

ita:

On my drive into work I realised that you can shuffle T-A-R-A-R-E-I-D quite handily into I A RETARD.

Windsparrow, in Bitches:

I got COMMed! I can go back to lurking, now. It's the only reason I started posting.