Over in Natter:

sarameg: My lungs are colonized with something that needs to get its funding yanked and depart defeated and dispirited to its native lands.

Upon the birth of Princess Miracleborn, after hours of Watch & Post, Spike's Bitches make with the funny...

brenda: Yay for Emeline and Aimee! And MM, who has his first Minion!

Betsy HP: On the contrary, MM has just *become* a minion.

erikaj: Congrats to the MiracleBorns! It would've been funny to say "GILES!" during this, um, watch-and-post as well, though.

Sparky1: Now that we are done with the watch and post for her arrival, do we start demanding pictures?

Polter-Cow: We have to wait for the West Coasters to catch up before we begin our extended analysis.

Is cleolinda's recap up yet?

ita:

We have to wait for the West Coasters to catch up before we begin our extended analysis.

Puh-lease. It's a west coast event.

Betsy HP: I was disappointed that Emma's shirtlessness was quite brief. Furthermore, Spike did not make an appearance, nor did Sayid.

Nonian: We may have to wait a while, but I want to compare Aimee's recap with MM's recap. (Too bad we can't get Emma's, too.)

Jen: Emma's would be something like this:

sleepy warm happy floating hmm it's getting a little cramped in here every once in a while whoops I'm headed down hey where'd all that water go wait a second my head's gotta go where you're joking ok I'll give it a shot or five hundred nope not gonna happen hey someone's trying to break in here that's a heck of a draft whoa whoa whoa aaaaaiiieeee it's cold and bright and who the hell are all you people wait a second I recognize those voices it's mom and dad we're all together now and I'm very happy

I'm assuming babies can't punctuate, though I'm not quite sure why.

In Natter (context removed for extra surreality):

tommyrot: What if you want to shoot aliens? Or animals that aren't particularly people-shaped?

Betsy HP: I'm pretty sure there are game farms in Texas that can accommodate you on both counts.

amych It's the gerund on the far left, with which you eat your salad.

Dana Your salad may or may not contain cilantro and pecans.

Liilty Cash:

Want helper monkey.

Deb:

No you don't. They fling poo madly about and can transmit things like Marburg and Ebola. Get a eunuch, or something. Easier to train, less likely to infect you with stuff.

The Unknown Buffista was Lilty Cash (Deb may have been quoting me, since I repeated the helper-monkey desire, but Lilty was the originator).

(KristinT, did you know that you can volunteer to be a helper monkey foster parent? Like seeing eye dogs, they have to be raised well and socialized for the first couple (~7) years till they're old enough to be trained for their work. However, the foundation wants 'parents' who have taken dogs or other animals through advanced training, like competitive obedience, because baby monkeys are serious commitments.)

Heather Alayne:

the whole "Well it's fine when girls kiss (even and possibly especially if they're straight), but boys kissing is icky" thing exposes a whole mess of views I find make my eyes roll for days.

Lilty Cash, who heartlessly got a replacement fish before the first one was quite dead and then discovers the first one recovering, in Bitches:

I thought he was a goner for sure. I mean, floating face above water doesn't bode well, in a fish.

Tobias won't like this. He was like a renter reading obituaries for apartment vacancies.

Noumenon :

Nobody likes a backseat slavedriver.