Rick, in Natter (making me laugh out loud at work):

The last time the subject of vanity Googling came up on the board I searched for myself. I found out how unfortunate it is that there is only one Internet, not conveniently separated personal and business Internets. The third hit for me was a magazine article in which the author discussed my research on the dangers of alcohol abuse. The fourth hit pulled up several pictures of me, very drunk, at a high school reunion. Cruel juxtaposition is the way of the Google.

Movies considers some recasting...

Frankenbuddha: ...talk about your early type-casting.

Cashmere: Can anyone say, "R. Lee Ermey"?

Corwood Industries: Boy, he could have ruled in the role of a romantic comedy lead! Especially if it's a romantic comedy about angry, anal-retentive ex-Marines who shout a lot.

Sean: Loves me some Gunney.

Frankenbuddha: What is your major malfunction, numbnuts!?!??!?

Corwood Industries: Meet-cute at 0900, maggot! Followed by hours of wacky misunderstandings! DID YOU HEAR ME! WACKIER! WACKIER! YOUR MOTHER ISN'T HERE TO HELP YOU, SWEETHEART! You have until 1800 hours to achieve monkey love, and when I say monkey love, I expect MONKEY LOVE!

in Natter:

shrift: My day started out on the Busy State Highway, got onto the Hectic Business Loop, merged onto Interstate You Gotta Be Fucking Kidding Me, and accidentally took the wrong exit to Hysterical Sobbing Laughter Boulevard, where I am still stuck in traffic. Any moment now, Michael Stipe is going to wander past while singing "Everybody Hurts".

Connie Neil, in Bitches:

Hubby: "As God is my witness, I didn't know there'd be karaoke."

Later in same message:

It was the most painful evening I've ever spent outside of a hospital.

This may only be funny to me, but I'm gonna preserve it forever since reading it made me start laughing all over again.

Emily on our 2am-would-be-intruder, in Bitches:

Also, I'd like to say about last night that it was briefly very scary, and then utterly hilarious. I actually don't think I've laughed that much in a very long time, in the relief-from-panic way. Four attractive police officers tramping through our house at 2:30 in the morning, and I'm standing there holding my cat (because the cops left our door open) thinking, oh dear, I would have neatened up a bit if I'd known. How's my hair? One of them actually thanked me on the way out. For what? I dunno. Protecting them from the cat, maybe?

In Natter, then:

Nilly: I'm not sure what my point was in telling this story, but something in the conversation reminded me of it. I can't remember now what it was. Silly brain. Oh, well. I typed all this paragraph, I might as well post it.

(oops)

Emily? That must have been Natter, not Bitches, because I never get to even skip in Bitches. Also, when fandoms collide:

Tim Minear: Oh, also, casting this week for naturally late script, got two awesome guest stars so far, Matt Keeslar and Amber Benson.
Allyson: Just don't shoot her. For the love of all that is holy, don't shoot her.

ha! i meant to COMM that last night and then got distracted. thanks, Nilly.

Eddie: Card-carrying NGA member for 5 months now. Somebody hold me.

Polter-Cow: Twenty-three years. Hush, man.

Eddie: ::thud::

Polter-Cow: I suppose it's less thud if you know I'm 23.

Eddie: Sneaky P-C. Be gentle, I'm still new here. So... whatcha doin this weekend?

Polter-Cow: Not having sex.

billytea: I've been asked to give a couple of lectures for one of the actuarial units at Melbourne Uni. That should be an interesting experience. It'll be at the start of August. I have a fair amount of leeway on what I want to cover (within reason, and no mole rats).