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.

Case in point, from Bitches:

Daniel C. Jensen:

They'll COMM you when you talk about the bar,
They'll COMM you when you talk about your car,
They'll COMM you when your eyes you poke with sticks
They'll COMM you when you eat a wheatabix.
So I would not post here when you're bombed,
'Cause anybody can get COMMed.

Calli: Do roaches freak out cats? My last cat just sort of looked at them like they were a tv show she couldn't be bothered to turn off, and then went back to licking herself.

In Bitches on Personal Tags:

P-C:

Kristin has changed her tag back to the tag she changed to last night before changing back to the tag she had before she changed.

lexine:

P-C, you are lucky we love you, cause that sentence? Well, words should not be abused thusly.