Plei, in bitches:

my typing fingrt is trapped in baby myhth. send hrp. toes nt cttinf it.

Matt the Bruins Fan in Natter

Wow. Tonight on the drive home, I was treated to the most spectacular double rainbow I've ever seen in my life. It spanned over 1/4 of the horizon, and the brighter ring was clearly visible all the way through its arc. It wasn't a quick, transitory thing either—it lasted for 18 miles of driving.

At one point, one end of it lined up perfectly with the highway I was on and I thought "If I end up driving to Asgard without calling first, my folks are going to be pissed."

Nutty in the Lost thread: (not spoilery for next season unless you tilt your head sideways and squint, but I'll white font just in case.)

We do not reward clumsy people with martyrdom, or else the Catholic pantheon of saints would be really, really enormous.

Darn! Calli beat me to it.

In Buffy and Angel:

joe boucher: Now I'm earwormed with "Centerfold". My blood runs cold...

DavidS: I think that means your Angel is the centerfold, Joe.

joe boucher: Well, I hear it as a lower case a, but I'm not immune to DB's charms, especially when he wears those soft, fuzzy sweaters too magical touch.

bwah! i'm missing some good stuff by not going in that thread. must rectify.

Kevin: The PTC has asked the FCC to issue a notice of apparent liability against each Fox affiliate that aired [The Inside].

Allyson: I keep wondering if Tim gets a framed certificate of some kind. A "Won't Someone Think of the Children?" award.

But of course, when Tim thinks of the children, they're gutting each other and tossing the body in the backyard pool.

I'd leave my nephew with Tim. I'm certain he'd put him to bed, fed, bedtime storied, and happy before the "Warning: This program contains graphic content that may be unsuitable for children" announcement came up, loud and clear.

Or you know, he'd at least have him crated by 8pm.

Nilly: And the air-holes won't be in the direction of the tv.

Rio, in Natter:

OK so you know how people are always sharing their stories about getting fitted for a bra and how revelatory it is, like how life-transforming, how much more comfortable they feel and how much better they look now that they're finally wearing the right size bra? And every single one of these stories contains this line: "It turns out I've been wearing the wrong size all my life!"

Well today I was bra shopping and I walked into this store and the saleswoman goes, "We specialize in fitting people for bras. It only takes 10 minutes." And I was like, "Oh, right, because everyone is wearing the wrong size bra, huh?" and she goes, "Yes, 95 percent of people are wearing the wrong size" and I joked, "I don't know if I want to know that, I mean I'll have to get all new bras" but I was excited because I wanted to have the same kind of epiphany myself and feel and look better than ever, so I said OK.

The woman measured my rib cage and looked at my boobs and played with my bra straps and stuff for a while and finally proclaimed what my perfect size is: the exact size I have been wearing lo these many years. She goes, "Wow, you're in that 5 percent who know their bra size!" and I felt a combination of deep disappointment and superiority. It's a weird combo. I guess it's what Buffy feels all the time.

Allyson in Minearverse:

Dear TONY:

It is a rare occassion that one Buffista will take it upon him or herself to speak for the entire B.org collective, especially without mulling it over in Bureaucracy for three weeks, resulting in four stormy board exits, excessive backchannel, and liberal use of MARCIE.

However, I have nominated myself to speak for everyone without their permission, because, well, I'm an asshole.

Dearest TONY, we are not obsessed with Tim Minear, his mom, or his beagles. We do like Tim, don't get us wrong. We go way back. He posted amongst us at Table Talk back in the day, and considers himself a Buffista.

Now, because we're a proud people, when one of our own develops a television show, (a good television show, at least), we gather together in Lightbulbs and vote, as a collective, as to whether that member should receive his or her own thread to honor said Buffista.

To date, only one Buffista has developed a television show, and that is Tim.

We don't obsess about Tim any more than we obsess about our cats, ita's inability to keep her body from constant bruising, grammar, salad shooters, or abortion rights. In fact, we spend more time discussing body issues, whether George Bush is in fact legally retarded, and the latest cupcake recipe in Cook's Illustrator, than we do discussing Tim's latest canceled project.

So, to sum up, we love Tim as one of our own, and are giddy that one of our own has a teevee show and such. But really, if you want to see obsessive, come by Natter and tell everyone you didn't wear your seatbelt while tossing kittens out your car window on your way to the central library to randomly tear pages out of books.

Love and kisses,

The Buffistas

In Buffy/Angel, discussing SMG's reputed desire for a topless scene:

Wolfram:Maybe Sally Struthers should start collecting for her. I'd happily throw in the 50c a day.

billytea:"Your spare change could buy a B-list actress a nude scene."

Raquel : "Do you wish SMG had cleavage? Sure, we all do."