Cass, on planting things

Basil pouts like a teen queen. Mine is by my door, so I can see it when it gets all melodramatic.

Cause and effect, in Natter --

Jesse: In other wild-and-crazy-on-a-Saturday-night news, my cat's nose is dry. That's bad, right?

Sue: I don't think so. My cat's noses aren't always wet.

Perkins: One of my two cat's noses are dry right now.

Also, two out of two of them don't really like getting their noses touched.

Additionally, ow.

Martha 'Cass' Stewart: Growing stuff isn't always hard. Herbs in a pot can be fun to grow.

And I, personally, can pimp mint as being quite ignorance friendly. I abandon mine at random times and most of it just keeps on making more baby mint plants. Great stuff.

Basil pouts like a teen queen. Mine is by my door, so I can see it when it gets all melodramatic.

My sage either thrives or dies, there is no middle ground for it. But I have no idea why.

Never tried parsley. It's too cheap at the market.

Ginger in Minearverse on the joys of reality tv:

If I wanted to watch unscripted stupidity, I could get to know my next-door neighbor better.

Tim in Minearverse:

I've just had more bad launches than the space shuttle program. And re-entry is a bitch.

Susan, in Bitches:

If I mention anything about the baby, they'll assume I'll be a lousy employee because I have a kid.

Teppy, in riposte:

Susan, if companies didn't hire people with kids, there would be very few companies.

(And now I'm envisioning Eunuchs, Virgins, and Chaste, Inc.)

Topic!Cindy, in Buffy & Angel:

... if I had to choose only one TV series to watch in my life, before the Powers that Be folded time, my last words before the clocks turned back would be, "Buffy, the Vampire Slayer."

Michele T.: If I ran the networks, there'd be room for both the abyss and the dancing on the edge of it.

Fay:

Thing 2 - they're doing something to wool in the foyer of my building. It's only a wee foyer, with my door on one side and my mate C's door on the other. I can't see any sign of the sheep, but there are 3 blokes doing some sort of esoteric sorting-out-of-shearings activity. They were very sweet about helping me carry my shopping into my apartment, and kept on apologising, and I tried to explain that they didn't need to apologise, because it's a very hot day and I can quite see why they'd rather do this in a shady foyer rather than out on the street, but I also tried to ask where the sheep were. Lacking the Arabic for 'sheep' there was much sheep impersonation of a physical and verbal nature, which was the cause of much merriment, and some assurance that, no, the sheep weren't hanging out watching my DVDs, nor were they all visiting the upstairs neighbour. Still not at all clear on where they actually are. Possibly hiding in my bedroom, or balancing very quietly out on the balcony. Huh.

Nobody COMMed JZ's brilliant suggestion?

And now I really want someone to write this story: Nilly and the Pirate.

As well as the follow up comments:

Susan W:

Can I make him a privateer? That's practically a pirate.

JZ:

[T]his clearly explains why Nilly's last few blind dates have not worked out. She keeps getting set up with mere workaday mortal men, who are unfit to appreciate her Nillitude. If somebody would just set her up with a nice Orthodox pirate, it would clearly be so completely wrong it'd be perfectly Right. She's worthy of nothing less.

Wolfram:

I know one Orthodox guy who owns a parrot. Would that work?

JZ:

If he can do a decent Dread Pirate Roberts impression, I think we've got something solid to work with.