In Bitches

Cashmere: Aimee, housecleaning didn't put you into labor? Shoot. It worked for me.

Aimee: Well, to be fair, I wasn't all kamikaze about it. I'd clean a room, sit for an hour, have a Nutty Bar, 10 minute cat nap. Clean another room, sit for half hour, have a Nutty Bar, daydream about a really good beer and cigarette, take a 20 minute nap. Swiffer the dining room, gaze at the Bud Light in the fridge and wish it were a really good beer, inhale my raincoat with the smoke smell still on it, take a half hour nap, eat a Nutty Bar.

By the end of the day, I only cleaned 3 rooms, ate 9 Nutty Bars, and thought about beer and cigarettes more times than I'd like to admit. I wasn't sure if I was pregnant or in my first week of college.

in Natter:

P-C: Oh! And I didn't even catch the Buffy connection in tonight's VM. The actor who played Abel Koontz was Balthazar.

dcp: Oh. I didn't recognize him. I think he's lost weight.

In Bitches:

KristinT : I'm seriously suffering from Yankee Overachiever Girl Syndrome here (which I shall hereafter refer to as YOGS). YOGS is the bane of my existence sometimes.

Polter-Cow : YOGS is the new yogilates.

Nilly gets philosophical:

I'm never tired of looking at the patterns that whitefont makes in a post. It's like patterns of clouds, only with words, and wind doesn't change them. And there are shapes that you can see in them, I guess, from a distance, but there's also the extra layer of the visible words.

Inside every cloud there's a spoiler lining?

The David & Emmett Show

Emmett: "So you're on the radio today?"
Me: "Yep."
Emmett: "Are you going to be famous?"
Me: "No, but it's cool to think that somewhere out there one of my old friends who I've lost track of will tune in and be surprised."
Emmett: "So you're not going to be famous or rich?"
Me: "Not so much. Wish me luck."
Emmett: "Luck. Don't make a fool of yourself."

Sue, in Firefly:

They say that somebody's "ankled" when they've walked out of or away from something.

In my head, it gets conflated with "ankle-biters," so I always get these mental images of people trying to flee with tiny entertainment executives holding on to their legs and chomping down with all their might.

edited because while the conversation was about a post that also quoted Adam Baldwin, he didn't actually say or write anything in this post, that I know of.

Nilly:

Ginger, if your program suddenly changes your font to a Hebrew one, then your Word is plotting with mine, to make us both insane. And later, the world.

If it is so, we should all run to the mountains and live on leftover Thanksgiving gravy and pie until all the computers die in an attack of Christmas music. Or something like that. I don't want to spell it out on the screen in case the plotting computer reads my post.

Nilly , in Natter, on unfriendly Microsoft programs:

It refuses to have a table of contents in Hebrew, no matter what I do.

Listen, do you hear? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. Movie character's heart made that sound when Big Bads slaughtered their fathers. The student who fights the Word program in Hebrew makes it now.