Natter
Elais: Anyone having trouble accessing whedonesque.com?
Allyson: I am. getting a forbidden message.
ita: That's because you didn't save Firefly.
'Shindig'
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Natter
Elais: Anyone having trouble accessing whedonesque.com?
Allyson: I am. getting a forbidden message.
ita: That's because you didn't save Firefly.
Jesse in Natter (so much funnier without context):
Bird in cleavage, cute.
Goat in pants, cute.
Squirrels in cleavage, cute.
Bait fish, I'll take a pass.
ROACHES ARE NEVER CUTE.
In Natter:
Jesse:
Breaking news! The artist formerly known as Sean "Puffy" Combs will now be known simply as "Diddy." FYI.
Topic!Cindy:
I'm still waiting for Joss to start going by J Weewee.
bwah!! i wish i could stay caught up with natter.
The radiant Fay: A Telepathic Cat. Now that would be REALLY annoying.
"Food. Food now."
"Let me IN!!!"
"Let me OUT!!!"
"Let me IN AGAIN!!!"
"Food! Better food! This food sucks!"
"Go ahead, stroke me. I may bite, or I may not bite. What's life without risks, puny human?"
"Don't look at me like that. These papers clearly aren't important. I shall be sitting on them for the foreseeable future."
"Worship me."
"These are not the droids you're looking for."
"Bored now. I think I want to make something bleed."
She left out the part about the unspeakable things to be done to the dirt in the rubber plant....
erikaj on the etiquette of the suicide note:
And my parents are divorced...should there be two versions, or what?
Raq: I was going to load up on fruits and veggies anyway, and start stewing/straining/freezing [baby food] for [the baby] while the produce is still good.
Aimée: Got yer ice trays ready?
Raq: Indeed I do. The supermarket was having a sale on them, so I bought a bunch (in baby colors!).
Then my housekeeper washed them and wanted to fill them with ice, and I confused her by trying to explain it, so that today I had the Lord God King Mother of all First-World Problems: I couldn't find where my maid had put the ice cube trays.
Dana: Workers on another floor of the building are welding. The smoke is triggering the fire alarm.
It's going to be a long day.
Jesse ... left to my own devices, I will eat 90% carbs. And 10% cheese.