Trudy, Natter:

I enjoyed Bones.

The two or three of us should form a little club and give ourselves a nickname.

Zenkitty: Boners

In Natter:

Emily: You guys posted 55 messages while I was off figuring out geometrical interpretations of quadratic formulae. That's sort of depressing, as that took much longer than necessary. Also, I see that for once I might have actually known about House during the time it was on, but no. History of Math homework.

(By the way, I totally figured it out, too. It involves a gnomon. You all wish you were me.)

brenda m: If I'd known there were gnomes in math, it might have kept my interest longer.

billytea: They're what make the maths work. Every time you've said to yourself "Carry the 1"? They're the carriers.

So when you get the wrong answer, it's not because you made a mistake, it's shiftless gnomes.

Shrift in Fan Fiction: Okay, so, just now my eyes rolled back in my head and I flailed about in the universal signal of My Tits, They Have Been Got On.

bad fanfic: Michael was giving her head, blowing her or eating her who cared what the vernacular was; all she knew was that it felt soooooo gooooooood and that she was glad it was this handsome man making her feel so actualized.

Vonnie K: I would have paid a lot more attention during Psychology 101 if Erickson or Manslow or whassisface specified there was oral sex at the end of the hierarchy of needs.

Corrected, since it's been sitting there incorrect.

In Minearverse:

Got Life: Girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice...

Kristen: And, sometimes, they gut you, just to watch you die.

Emily in Bitches:

Boys are as a closed book to me.

Make that a glued-shut book. About aerospace engineering or something.

in Natter ...

Vonnie: Also, the lead agent is ungodly hot and there was shirtlessness in the first episode. What more do you need?

brenda: A link?

connie neil in Natter:

I remember the SCA fighter practice where my husband went up against the King in a sparring practice. The King, being a really good fighter (which is how he got to be King), had let his own beliefs about his skills lull him into neglected an important piece of armor. Hubby is a left-hander with nearly 30 years experience, and King Brion didn't have oodles of experience against lefties. Hubby swung, and King Brion squeaked and did his best curling bacon imitation on the floor.

Everyone was horrified--"He clocked the King!". The Queen stomped over. It takes a lot for Queen Anna to stomp, because she's a very tiny woman. She glared down at her husband.

"You didn't put your cup in, did you."

A very faint "no".

"You didn't think Dragan (hubby) would get a shot in on you, did you."

weak head shake

She kicked him in his armored butt. "Idiot. I want kids someday, you know." As she stomped away she yelled, "Someone get our stupid King off the floor!"

Hubby helped, and Brion thanked him for not laughing.

Your hubby may not have been laughing, but I sure was!

Windsparrow in F2F:

I am soooo clueless right now, I couldn't get a clue if I were wearing clue musk, doing the clue mating dance, in a field full of horny clues.

Jessica: The good news is, my printer is not a Cylon.