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....
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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:
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?
Erika fishing in Bitches:
You don't like my text like Teppy-text.Is her font prettier than mine or something? You can tell me. I won't get mad. I get text from other guys, too, sometimes, so it's not like I'm not tempted.
So happy that the insane mental energy I spent on that wasn't wasted, ita.
Ple, in Smallville (of course):
The song of songs, which is Superman's.
Let him kiss Lex with the kisses of his mouth: for their love is
better than wine.
Because of the savour of Clark's good rimjobs, Lex's name is as
ointment poured forth, therefore do the slashers love thee.
Ah Clark, Lex will run after thee: for he hath brought
thee into his chambers: he will be glad and rejoice
in thee, he will remember thy
love more than wine: the slashers love thee.
Lex is evil, but comely, O ye sons of Smallville, sharpen up your
gaydar, practice on Superman.
Love the last line.