Cass shows that no browser gets between a Buffista and her board:

Firefox outsmarted me for a while but I think I made it bend to my will. It flat-out rejected any cookies and kept me from b.org for a while. We had a discussion. It now accepts some cookies. The bitch learns.

erikaj, in Bitches, as the Second Coming's Second Mother Mary:

"She told us it was too early for this...well, I'm not going to use the word she used, Messiah or no. Then she said we should read more books and stop looking for Mary in dirty windshields and grilled cheese. Because it's weird." one awestruck pilgrim recalled.

JohnSweden in Natter, responding to a discussion of how time-consuming it is to make Irish steel cut oatmeal:

Yeah. How unusual for the irish. Take something simple, perfect and life-affirming, that the Scots are doing right and make it drudgery, misery and eternal.

Example: hating the English.

BWAH!

Betsy, in the Movies thread:

I have been buying books for comfort as well as eating for comfort. Now I am having to buy clothes for discomfort.

Katie M. in the fic thread:

What does it say about me that I'm actually somewhat more bothered by The Persians Do First Birthday Parties With Streamers And Party Hats than by Hephaistion Gets Pregnant? Probably that I've been in fandom too long, I suppose.

Nora Deirdre in Bitches:

I don't know a cat who doesn't like to play in the poison cabinet!

Jilli in Music:

The proper questions to ask when buying boots:

Are they pointy-toed?

Do they have more buckles than I have toes?

If not, do they look like I stole them off a pirate?

Do I need to get traction soles added to them so I don't go sliding across the dancefloor during "Lucrecia, My Reflection"?

Hah! Consuela beat me to the Katie Kwote.

Susan W. on the hazards of trusting a spellchecker:

"Joseph of Aromatherapy is here. He's brought the Holy Grail, filled with a soothing essence of lavender."