David: David's Lunch: Grilled skirt steak sandwich, juicy and tender. Served on a ciabatta roll with sauteed mushrooms and onions, and a touch of horseradish sauce. For dessert: the banana cream tartlette I like from Miette, that has a Scharffenberger chocolate bottom.

erika: Hec, shut up. I had a peanut butter sandwich. Kind of depressing.

David: I'm not responsible for your mediocre sandwich choices!

erika: No, but you're a taunter, and a face-rubber-in-. I'd be very annoyed if you didn't get around me by having the Perfect Word so often, Hecubus.

David: ::sniff:: There's hardly any point in living in San Francisco if you can't taunt people about it on a regular basis.

JZ: You know, erika, if you lived in Berkeley you'd be at any given moment just a block or so from your choice of twenty restaurants offering chichi gourmet sandwiches that would make Hec weep with envy, all fully wheelchair-accessible.

(The restaurants, I mean, not the sandwiches.)

(Not that the sandwiches aren't accessible, too. They are.)

(But you probably already guessed that.)

</tempting>

</bogarting all the parentheses>

erika: Dude, I think I just got Bad Cop-Good Copped by the Zmayhem.

Hee! Stealth COMM. Maybe I *should* take my act on the road.

And you were right -- they were totally Bad Cop-Good Copping you.

At least they don't get to use the really bright lights.

Nope. And they didm't say they just wanted to "understand my side" either. Otherwise, Married Couple Good Cop/Bad Cop.

The soulful side of shrift, in Natter:

I hate it when I scuff new shoes the first time I wear them. I must remember to tell that to my goddess circle tonight; they'll understand.

From Music:

Angus G.: I saw U2 around the Joshua Tree era (back when I was a fan!) and to be honest it was rubbish, it put me off going to big stadium shows forever. My rule of thumb now is that unless I could (hypothetically) hit the performers with a tomato from where I'm standing/sitting, I'm not interested in live shows.

Michele T. :

You'd be surprised how far a tomato can go if you put your arm into it, Angus.

From Natter:

Gus:

Alright, I'm done being all gloomy, except for one last item on that topic.

Hecubus:

You realize that would make you a Gloomy Gus, right?

Natter, of course...

Jesse:

Whenever my mouth has been that close to someone else's ear, I've been ... usually not angry. Although there was that one time...but that wasn't his ear.

DavidS:

Anybody else just have a retracting sensation? Just me?

Competition among Buffista states in Natter:

amych: In non-boxing news, NY rules for gay marriage.

Jesse: Yay New York!!

Topic!Cindy: Copycats.

ita: Allyson, make [Tim] cast Lee Pace, would you? Allyson: I have no power. However! If I could make him do something, I'd make him send me a pizza, because I'm hungry and don't feel like making supper when I get home. ita: Aha. I see where your priorities lie.

Noted.

Allyson: That I love melty cheese more than unattainable boys?

I think it's a sign a maturity. I mean, I can HAVE the melty cheese. The melty cheese will never lie, or pretend to flirt with me and ask me if my friend is single.

I can eat the melty cheese in bed, and it will be good. I can have the melty cheese standing up, or leaning over the kitchen sink, and it will be good.

The melty cheese will go straight to my thighs, and linger there forever.

No one makes up games called, "Throw rocks at melty cheese."