Lilty Cash: So, I just made my friend (who knows nothing of my Sooper Seekrit Buffista life) watch Wax Lion.

E: Hey, you whoever wrote this was just meant for you.

Me (started): What?

E: This chick's just like you.

Me: Nuh uh.

E: She talks just like you. She works retail!

Me: SO?

E: She's 24.

Me: Lots of people are 24.

E: She lives in a trailer!

Me: I moved out of the trailer!

E (later): She loves her bartender.

Me: I do NOT love my bartender!

E: You kissed him on your birthday!

Me: I was drunk!

E: SO IS SHE!

I don't think I'm letting her watch anymore. Nothing like a friend to point out what a retail-working, bartender-kissing, birthday drunk you are.

Hil: at Whole Foods today, they had Spinach Feta Latkes in the prepared foods section. I think that, once you put feta into something, you really can't still call it by a Yiddish name.

In Natter:

Beverly: How is Nilly?

Nilly: She's not here. She's working on the PC near this computer, the one that has Hebrew fonts, on her paper, the one that's due today. I'm her keyboard, and I'm having a hard time pushing each of my buttons down enough for their letters to appear on screen without anybody actually clicking them from above. Also, I feel kind of left out.

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In Literary, context be damned:

Steph L: Not to mention that it would SUCK to have the job of shaving the bear.

billytea: Note to self: update resume.

In Bitches

KristinT:I have a headache that would kill a small animal.

billytea:I am now imagining a diagram showing how this would work. It has the following explanatory labels:

a) Small animal
b) Kristin's head
c) Wall
d) Trudy shouting "AAAGHH! POSSUM!!"

From the Minearverse, as Wonderfalls packages start arriving in the mail:

Betsy HP:

Oops.

I ripped open the package to reveal The Spartans: The World of The Warrior-Heroes of Ancient Greece.

Allyson:

I think that has more HoYAY than Wonderfalls, Betsy. That should console.

DXMachina:

Or in Wonderfalls terms, with your canoe or on it.

Betsy HP:

Well, I definitely ordered that, but I think it doesn't have a lot of commentary. Or drunken retail kisses.

Dana:

"Yeah, so this was Thermopylae. It took us days and days to film this, and some of the extras kind of resented having to die, but once we shot them with arrows, they fell right in line."

Lilty Cash:

I guess you can always pretend that the narration is commentary, Betsy. And maybe hum the Wonderfalls theme from time to time.

Nope, not the same.

Betsy HP:

I wonder, wonder why the hoplites faaaal...

I wonder why the hoplites fall on meeeee....

shrift , in Natter:

When it comes to data, I am like a man; you need to tell me exactly what you want. Hinting vaguely in a passive-aggressive manner will not get you your diamond anniversary band and a vacation in the Bahamas.

Matt the Bruins Fan, in Bitches

Now I know I'm never getting into Heaven for fear of how much time I'd spend bitchslapping St.Valentine over his damn holiday.

In Natter:

NoiseDesign: What's up?

Sue: Cats are being stacked, there's some alternative Super Bowl programming involving puppies, people have different ringtones, some people work with computers without a CS degree, and words get pronounced differently in different places.

NoiseDesign: So what you are saying is things haven't changed much.

Sue: Natter is pretty much an unstoppable force at this point.

Frankenbuddha: Does that make Bitches the immovable object?

[This whole exchange cracked me up.]

Susan: I think all I've said about Jack is that he has chestnut hair and light brown eyes, that he's lean, a bit on the rawboned side, and has hands that would make Teppy a very happy woman indeed. Oh, and he has some sexy scars. Only scattered throughout chapter one and not in those words, because some of them are anachronistic, and my readers would wonder who the heck this Teppy person was.

Beverly: Now I want to read a book set in a historical period with fancy-dress and told in Buffista-speak. It will sell exactly 74 copies--to us. But it would be fun! Maybe we can get the writerly types together and write it en committee, like Spiral.

Susan: I occasionally amuse myself by imagining character dialogue or introspection in the most modern, slang-ridden terms possible. Or I'll "interview" them and we'll use literary and pop culture references a century or two past their time. Jack's character really clicked for me the day "we" had a nice discussion of Lord of the Rings and how Sam is a saint and a hero, but Jack is nothing like him and would appreciate it if I stopped writing him as such.

Beverly: I hate it when they do that.

I said, stand over there and say this.

"I'd rather discuss the permutations of swordplay, with an undertone of definite allusion to sex."

But we're not ready for that part yet!

"Who's not ready?"

Stop that! Or...at least have a talk with my husband, would you?

And in Natter, the conversation turns once again to cats:

askye: And in her old age she's getting to be much more of a lap cat, but also much more finicky about her water bowl. If there is even a speck of something in it, she will start meowing like crazy and finally drink out the toilet.

ita: That's an odd definition of finicky, askye. But cat logic is not our logic, or we'd lick our asses more often.