Kristin T: One of my ex-boyfriends learned the Elvish alphabet and used to write me letters in it. Why yes, I can still read and (if I really thought about it) write them. It's a little freaky.

He also renamed me with an Elvish name which he persisted in calling me all the time, and he accidently broke my nose during a SCA-style sword fight. Is it worth mentioning that this was not the healthiest relationship I've ever been in?

brenda m: Depends on the name, I guess.

In Jossverse, some deep insights into the character of Batman:

PMM: in the Bat titles, IC happened right on the heels of War Games, and the fallout has been mainly the loss of Tim's dad and an increasingly twitchy Batman.

amych: Ehh, Batman's broody and weird. Must be Tuesday.

ita: But he's also cranky and uncooperative! That totally means it must be ... well, Batman.

PMM: Don't leave off twitchy and paranoid!

Steph L.: Y'all are mischaracterizing him -- he's menacing and creepy!

ita: I got one word: Psycho.

David: Still waiting for the Ultimate Geek Wedding. A mixed service half in Klingon / Half in Elvish.

Gudanov: Imagine the Wedding Photos.

brenda m: Imagine the Wedding Swordfights.

Fun with x-posting in Natter:

DXMachina: I wonder what his drivers license says?

connie neil: "There's a dead bishop on the landing!"

JohnSw in Natter:

As the Pope travels in fits and starts in the misty half-world between this life and his eternal reward (bummer about that celibacy vis-a-vis the 72 virgins, oh yeah, he's eligible), the sweet mystery of life brings us the third in my occasional series, Post-Modern Labelling and WTF?: a study. You'll remember CupASoup and Snark: parts 1 and 2.

Today, I turn my attention to a seemingly haphazard can of Spam Lite, left in my cupboards by a wandering pair of retired folk. (I don't know why, they just do.) Helpfully, Spam lite provides recipes of stuff you can do with their shoggoth-horror product to make it somewhat more edible, and the recipe in question on this day is Spam Quesadillas. On a "Scientific Scale Factor" of icy, warm and caliente, these faux-quesadillas are hot, you'll see.

I quote: "Do not be fooled by the simplicity of this recipe. Yes, it is easy to make, but the flavor is complicated and exotic. Like something that fills your senses and pulls at your heartstrings and then flies away, wanting to be chased. And you will chase it, oh yes, you will."

Tinned spam label recipe chatter that invokes the spirit of Neruda. On flatbread.

This has been another in the occasional series of Post-Modern Labelling and WTF?: A study.

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Brenda M in Fanfiction

Hee. I'm beginning to see where all the Starsky and Hutch fic comes from. Hutch is in his bathrobe, teaching Starsky to do meditation and free association. Like that's not enough already, the first word he comes up with? Closet.

Tommyrot in Natter regarding what ever happened to Grover on Sesame Street:

No drug or alcohol addictions - I think he just got burned out and cynical. Now he's a clerk in a video rental place that specializes in independent movies.

eta: Sometimes he protests agains neighborhood gentrification, but mostly he keeps to himself.

From Bitches:

Ginger: We couldn't let the word get out that dating a Buffista might be fatal. Perhaps the deaths could come years later, in seemingly random ways.

ita: No shit. If you told me I had to date for life/until I was dumped -- or risk death/beatings.

Well, okay, I'd take the challenge, but that's not exactly a recommendation, is it?

erikaj: Don't know if this counts as game, but rarely did a week go by where our fridge didn't have Han Solo serving time in it.