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.

Comparing first Internet access in Buffistechnology

Betsy HP:

I sent my first Internet e-mail in 1982.

Latecoming freaks.

Jessica:

Hey, I was 4 in 1982. Give a girl some credit for learning to read and write before going online. So many people today skip that step.

I hurt my head laughing at the B'crazy:

msbelle:

I'd change the name of the whole board oif I had my way, so there is that.

ita:

To what? The msbellers?

msbelle:

don't be daft.

to b.org or that place or the box or something

jesse:

Do you want to ditch "buffistas" or "phoenix"? Either way, I vote no. Unless we can somehow incorporate Pern into the new title.

Fred Pete:

OK. As long as "Pern" refers to hesitant porn.

msbelle:

Pern?

Jesse:

Where the dragonriders live. You know, Pern.

msbelle:

oh my dear sweet lord. Go away you.

ita, on Mile High Atlanta:

Good evening. This is your pilot Prince speaking.
U r flying aboard the Seduction 747
And this plane is fully equipped with anything your body desires

If 4 any reason there is a loss in cabin pressure
I will automatically drop down 2 apply more
2 activate the flow of excitement
Extinguish all clothing materials and pull my body close 2 yours
Place my lips over your mouth, and kiss, kiss, normally

In the event there is overexcitement
Your seat cushion may be used as a flotation device

We ask that U please observe the "No Letting Go" sign
I anticipate a few turbulence along the way

We r now making our final approach 2 Satisfaction
Please bring your lips, your arms, your hips
Into the upright and locked position

4 landing -- Can U feel it? Can U feel it?

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Welcome 2 Satisfaction
Please remain awake until the aircraft has come 2 a complete stop
Thank U 4 flying Prince International
Remember, next time U fly, fly the International Lover

Trying to steer the conversation away from gross bodily fluids in Bitches:

msbelle: honestly people. the weather. anything not ew.

Perkins: Msbelle, what is the weather like in NYC these days?

ita: Shitty. It's pissing down. Bloody awful, really.