KristinT:

Okay, I now have conclusive proof that Dave and I are 1) lame and 2) geeky.

So we each got each other an iPod for Christmas. I got him what I really wanted--a full-on 40GB iPod good for 10000 songs so he wouldn't never have to worry about sorting through the music he wanted to listen to, etc.

He got me an iPod mini, because he really liked how little and sleek they are, plus he already rates all of his albums song by song, loved the idea of only taking the 400-500 songs he actually listens to, and assumed I'd feel the same.

We both pretended that we really liked our own gift while greedily eyeing each other's.

Finally, I admitted, "I'd kinda like a bigger one."

"Huh," he replied. "I really wanted the mini."

We stared at each other a second. We looked again at the free inscriptions we'd both done for each other on the back of each iPod ("if music be the food of love, play on" on mine; "music in the bedroom, laughter in the hall" on his). It isn't a coincidence that Mac offers free engraving but doesn't allow returns on anything once engraved.

"Do you want to--"

"--Oh thank God, yes."

We traded.

Ah, geeks at Christmas.

Cashmere:

It's as if Steve Jobs wrote The Gift of the Magi.

Topic!Cindy, in Bitches:

I have zero survival skills. If there were some sort of widespread disaster that did away with the things I take for granted, I'd be dead as soon as the supply of matches was gone, or I'd be working as a concubine for a fire starter with poor eyesight. Hey mister, you light my fire, I light yours. Winky winky.

In Goodbye and Good Riddance, because it is so, so true:

Dani: I hope those Buffistas not interested in breeding aren't too annoyed. ;-)

connie neil: Being a Bitch Aunt is a grand and glorious occupation. Because you can always hand the squawling, leaking, squirming, frustrated mess back to the parentals and return home to your unchewed and unpeed-on peaceful home.

Wait, I have cats. Erase the unchewed and unpeed-on, add clawmarks and accusing kitty-eyes.

Nora Deirdre: I now own a microplane grater, for all of three days, and I have no idea how I survived without it all these years.

Jessica: Oh, I know the feeling! Don't you just want to run around zesting everything in sight?

beth b: my mom got a microplane. zested everything she could and them went to the neighbors looking for things to zest.

One for the Just When You Thought You Couldn't Heart Kristin Any More files (and fall out from the above COMM):

Jessica: t zests Kristin

KristinT: Now I smell like citrus. I declare myself an orange.

OO, OO! No one rhymes with me!

Cass, in Natter, shows off her shiny holiday tagline:

"And I'm like, Mary, are you dating Jesus? and she says, no, he's just helping me, and I'm like, you mean with math? and she's like, no, to not be such a whore." - The Gospel of Debbie

(ETA: Also, appropriately, COMM sluuuuuut)

Raquel, in Bitches:

my DH referred to the Buffistas as my church group, which isn't far off! I guess we are the Church of the Immaculate Connection.

Cass: Silly New Englanders complaining... Drive, what, ten minutes and you're in a new one! It's freakish. My city is bigger than most of your states. Such cute wee states.

Matt the Bruins fan: A lot of those New Englanders are in Boston, where if you drive ten minutes you end up in the afterlife.

Betsy HP in F2F 3: Who's Bringing the Guacamole?:

My muffaletta brings all the kerfuffles to the yard...

ita about some of the less funky members of her family, re Rick James, the late "King of Punk Funk":

I'm not asking them to snort coke with him backstage. Just to have heard of him, say, and maybe know he's not white.