FayJay in Fanfiction:

Tyr - he's the jaw-droppingly beautiful man - I mean, head turning, rugby-tackle-him-reflexively- upon-first-sight-and-start-humping-his- unsuspecting-self-like-a-bitch-in-heat- before-you've-realised-that-you're-in-the- middle-of-a-cocktail-party-and-nobody-has- even-introduced-you-to-him-yet level of Beautiful? Yeah? (Although I suppose in those circumstances one could always beg cultural differences, and claim that in the UK it's called a CockTail party for a reason, and whoops, you mean this isn't an orgy, how dreadfully embarrassing, ho ho ho, could somebody possibly pass me an h'ors deuvre? And oh, look over there, a juggling elephant! - at which point you drag the man into the nearest possible closet with muttered offers of no-strings blowjobbage and get him naked as fast as humanly possible). 'Cause I don't watch Andromeda, but I happened across it this pm whilst frantically vaccuming the cat to avoid essay writing, and sweet weeping mother of God, he could make me give up girls entirely.

I don't understand how they ever get anything done on that ship, actually, because surely everyone's first thought upon waking must be: "Hmm, consciousness. Must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex." Or possibly: "Hmm. consciousness. must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex, and then punch the captain for being an irritating git." But apparently other stuff happens too?

[Some quotes are so transcendent they need to be COMMed more than once.]

Betsy in Literary:

Telegram for Orson Scott Card:

YES, WE KNOW THAT CHILD ABUSE COMMA WHETHER EMOTIONAL COMMA PHYSICAL COMMA OR SEXUAL COMMA IS BAD STOP MESSAGE RECEIVED STOP HONEST STOP PLEASE STOP

John, in Natter

Belated apologies for Angus, for my having assumed he didn't know the kind of people who would get parts as extras in bad vampire movies. I hereby state for the record that Angus is the kind of person who knows the kind of people who would get parts as extras in bad vampire movies.

The latest literary thoughts from Natter:

Kathy Astrom: Mmmmm, hot sweaty men with swords....

amych: See, that's what I keep saying, only some people seem to think elves are better.

Dana: Mmmmmm, hot sweaty men with elves....

Pinwiz's watch-and-post:

JESUS CHRIST ON A CRUTCH AND A HOBBY HORSE WITH A SIDE OF FRIES, AN EXTRA LARGE SHAKE, AND THOSE LITTLE CARROT STICKS...

Madrigal nonspoiler-y, in Buffy:

The scoobs have forgotten that it's the people on top that are the ones whom it is okay to kick, and to keep kicking until their skulls cave in and then you root through their pockets for money to buy Buffy DVD's. (Hmmm, maybe these violent shows are having an effect on me.)

DXMachina: Also from the Amazon listing for David's book:

Customers who shopped for this item also wear:

• Clean Underwear from Amazon's Eddie Bauer Store
• Ladybug Rain Boots from Amazon's Nordstrom Store
• Suede Headwraps from Amazon's International Male Store
• Cheetah Print Slippers from Amazon's Old Navy Store

Alibelle: That's quite the look.

Elena's Husband, on Buffy's ever changing hair colour. (Yes, it is actually spoilery.)

"From beneath, her roots devour..."

erinaceous, on the latest Buffy episode:

The little pointy indicator thing flipped all the way off my HSQ-meter. It's under the couch somewhere.

Elena's Husband, on Buffy's ever changing hair colour.

Bwah.

Am-Chau Yarkona, in Bitches:

Is it just my brain, or is there a problem with stamping out sixies music altogther? Because if you get rid of the sixties, then you're one decade short, and we're still in the ninties. The Spice Girls are still together. And possibly Take That is still around. Can't be good, right?