From Natter

Emily:

My cat doesn't like tuna.

You know, I'm having some doubts as to this even being a cat. I'm starting to think "alien observer".

Cashmere:

could just be worried about mercury levels.

-t:

Is it dolphin-free?

Maybe he misses the piquant hint of dolphin.

tommyrot:

Years ago I read an article on the cat food industry industrial complex. Do you know what food cats prefer above all others? Cooked salmon.

Which is kinda weird, as before cats started hanging with us humans there probably wasn't much cooked salmon to be found, but there ya' go....

ita:

But now there is ... suspicious, isn't it?

I can hear the discussions now ("Fuck -- they've had fire forever! What's taking them so long?" "WHAT'S WITH THE COD??? DID I TELL YOU TO COOK COD???")

Where creative writing and acoustical engineering meet, in new and disturbing ways. A multi-party exchange from Great Write:

Erin - I'll give you feedback! I have feedback coming out of my bottom!

Steph L. - I think you can get a prescription to help with that.

connie neil - Moving the microphone away from the speaker should help, too.

Erin - BWAH! Getting some disturbing, yet funny, visuals to go with that...

deborah grabien - You move your Shure mic in, you move your Shure mic out, you move your Shure mic in, and you crank the feedback out...Yes. Definitely disturbing.

NoiseDesign - Would now be a good time to point out that in the industry a wireless transmitter plugged onto the bottom of a regular microphone, like a Shure SM57, is called a butt plug?

sarameg waxes lyrically about driving cars. In Natter.

When stuck in traffic, I often start pondering how utterly odd it is that I have instinctive reactions related to directing this giant metal box on wheels. I don't think about the funny dance with your feet for shifting, or how much I'm going to swerve with a 10 degree turn of the wheel at 10, 30 and 60 mph. I just know. (And have to jam my left foot under the seat when driving an auto.) Which is kinda cool and kinda aaiiieee humans and machines merging.

The other thing stuck in traffic makes me ponder is how utterly squishable we are and dude, I'm the soft filling in this metal creampuff and who ever thought squishables hurtling around at 50 mph inside a flimsy metal egg was a good idea?

Gudanov:

Delay on Iraq and Houston. "You know, if Houston, Texas, was held to the same standard as Iraq is held to, nobody'd go to Houston"

This is the reason I don't want to visit Houston. The car bombings, the kidnapping, the dangerous trip from the Houston airport to the safe green zone area of Houston. At least in Iraq it's a dry heat and you don't have to wait to get into the restaurants.

Because it made me laugh, and we don't need no stinking context, ita from natter:

Aha! No bad pieces of meat! They must be banished, not mitigated!

ChiKat, on the way home from seeing Serenity:

Thong and ass! It's too much thong and ass!! I didn't want to see that!

Fay describing her natural crimefighting affinity with billytea:

Continents apart, we regard most crime with marked disapproval. And talk about the works of Joss Whedon. Amongst other things, including (but not limited to) echidnas, The Lord of the Rings, the serial comma, swearing, ant farms, art history, Science Fiction and duct tape.

Natter, on drugs (discussing drugs, making no judgement as to the pharmacological status of any individual poster):

Jesse: Am I crazy that I figure doubling up any OTC drug one time is pretty much OK? Am I going to wake up dead one of these days?

Hec: You'll probably just wake up in a coma.

Jesse: I could use the sleep.

In Minearverse:

P-C:

Tim, please make an episode about a man who murders ice cream sandwiches. Thank you.

juliana:

(Sorry, I had to...)

"Harold, it's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I think you should know: I've killed a lot of ice cream sandwiches. Some Klondike Bars in the apartment uptown, uh, some Skinny Cows - maybe 5 or 10,um, a Sara Lee I met in Central Park. And Ben & Jerry. I killed Ben & Jerry with an axe in the cookie, its body is melting in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't want to leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe 20 sandwiches, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it, uh some of the M&Ms Sandwiches have seen the tapes. I even, um... I ate some of their fillings, and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I, uh, I just had to kill a LOT of sandwiches. And I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time. I guess I'll uh, I mean, ah, I guess I'm a pretty uh, I mean I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, meet me at Harry's Bar, so you know, keep your eyes open."

What? Oh, it's me again. And reporting from Minearverse again. And, uh, quoting myself again:

P-C:

I thought there was actually a flesh-eating dog named Jeffrey somewhere in fiction.

ita:

You're thinking of Clifford.