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."

So good, it deserves to be COMMed twice:

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.

Emily, on combining math homework and Firefly:

Maybe we could watch-n-post and I could slip in requests for studying help so it would be like studying.

"Man, those pants sure are tight. Say, if the cut of Mal's pants could be described by a third-degree function, how would we go about finding the area within them?"

Betsy, in Boxed Set:

Conversation Tuesday night:

Me: "It's 90 damn degrees again."
Daughter: "Language, Mom."
Me: "Okay, it's 90 frelling degrees again."
Daughter: "Geekishness, Mom."

Heh. I was just coming over to post that. Glad somebody immortalized it.

beathen, in Movies:

I rented Constantine and Ice Princess ...

If you combine quotes from the two movies you get this:

Ice Princess: I can figure out ice skating through physics! (paraphrase)

Constantine: Go to hell, asshole.

Discussing Jonathan Rhys-Meyers' suitability for playing Bond, in Movies :

Kate P.: I don't think JRM would really work well in the role, as much as I love him.

juliana: Doesn't Bond often have to run? That knocks him right out of contention.

Keyboard issues in Natter (edited when it got even funnier):

Cass:

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MFNlaw:

Cass, hit the "Fn" button on your keyboard. It looks like you've turned on the number keypad....do you have a laptop?

JenP:

Oh, dear. It's like Giles in the one where Ethan turns him into a demon and no one can understand him. Except Spike. Where's Spike? Cass needs you.