Steph, in Natter:

A few years ago, a friend and I were out drinking downtown about a week before Christmas. As we were walking to the car, we saw a Santa with a traditional red bag of goodies, ambling down the street, followed by a pack of people making merry.

We saw him handing out stuff from his bag, so my friend and I decided we wanted stuff, and ran over to where he was. (Truthfully, I was expecting red and green condoms, or something similar.) Santa was a little drunk -- or a lot -- but reached into his bag and gave us each a handful of Hershey's Kisses.

Then Santa and his band of merry-makers continued on down the street, wandering past a gay restaurant with a big plate-glass window in the front. He stopped, and we could hear him asking his band of merry-makers "This is a gay restaurant, right? They like other guys?" Upon getting confirmation, Santa proceeded to do an impressively obscene dance right up against the front window.

My friend and I couldn't even walk, we were laughing so hard.

Jilli in Natter: One of my favorite childhood games was yanking Barbie's head off, hiding it around the house, and seeing how long it took one of my parents to find it.

aurelia, also in Natter:

I spent much of my evening wrapping little people in bubble wrap and stuffing them into boxes. And suddenly I feel like this post belongs in Minearverse.

In Movies:

Jessica: You know, last night I was feeling appreciative of Brokeback Mountain, but I didn't love it. This morning, I kind of love it. It's really sticking with me much more than I expected it to.

ita: OMG, you're catching teh gay! This is exactly how it happens!

Tommyrot, in Bitches:

Send them to Concept Thunderdome! Two concepts enter, one concept leaves!

The latest Kara update from her mother.

Deena: Kara was given a card by one of her classmates. It's a fairly typical nativity scene. She explained the picture to me.

I was born in heaven. See? This baby with all the light around it is me and there's an angel holding me. And this guy over here, that's Jesus looking at me, and this guy.... I think this guy is Tarzan. Is Tarzan in heaven?

Natter

flea:

I thought California invented therapy!!!

amych:

Nah, Vienna invented therapy. Then they sold the film rights to California.

In Bitches:

JZ: I would tell 2005 to kiss my ass, but 2005 is unworthy of my ass. 2005 can go kiss Tom Delay's indicted ass, is what it can kiss.

Almare explains some nuances of Egyptian Theology in Bitches. (my own contribution is needful for context):

Almare (in the midst of describing the touring Tutenkahmun exhibit she's recently visited):

...Was highly offended bythe Museum calling Osiris the High Lord of the Underworld. It was probably because of my deep and unhealthy love of Anubis. It's not that I get turned on by half-humans or anything, it's just there was thisone time, with a statue, and he looked really pretty and he does have the nicest fur, and I am heading towards dangerous territory so I am stopping.

Fay

? But...but he was, wasn't he? No disrespect to Anubis, who's one of my favourite Egyptian deities, but he was in charge of mummification and of leading the soul to its place of judgment, wasn't he? Whereas Osiris got to sit around looking important (and bitter about the whole no-penis thing) while Anubis had lots of actual work to do.

Almare

See, that sort of thing drives me mad. Because, before Osiris died, Anubis was all the main honcho. Then Osiris lost his penis and Anubis was all, -blink- You're dead and have no penis. How'd that happen?

And Osiris was like, Shut up. I have to redecorate. To which Anubis was respectful and said, Uh, you do remember this is my domain, right? To which Osiris laugh and laugh and laugh and demoted Anubis.

And now Anubis runs around in the skimpy outfit, doing all the work involved with ruling the underworld, while Osiris gets the sparkly crown and the jewels, and the pimp canes. Osiris reaps all kinds of benefits, but what does Anubis get? A footnote. I know I should pity the penis-less god, but I have too much love for Anubis.

Oh, but Fay, Almare ain't done yet.

Fay:

Horrifyingly, with the newly-discovered Oz-like laconicness & blinking, and the skimpy outfit, I find myself actually on board the fancying Anubis Train. Damn.

Almare:

See, most people think it's about the Jackal, but it's not. It's all about the head, really, and the brains and the courage to work for a complete ninny that really doesn't have any balls. He has the Ultimate Knowledge any other judge type god has, because he used to be judge, jury, and executioner! ((Let's be nice and ignore the fact that mostly he's just the Baliff and the Janitor now))

Plus, the area below the neck is super super pretty. He has a shiny model body, with Rodney McKay's brain, and pretty Jackal head. The only downside to his skimpy outfit, is there isn't a breeze in the Underworld. On the otherhand, when he's anywhere else, he's all "Whoops," and "Hello Mr. President." It's rather pleasant, really. But no pinching the cheeks, because he is Rodney McKay, and will bludgeon you to death with Theoretical Physics until you apologize and remember to keep the hands away from his ass vacinity.

Additional, he's super powerful, super cool, and his wife is totally cool with having an open relationship half the time, and rather Anya-ish the other half of the time, so he's definately hetero, unlike some of the other Gods out there, and Loki, you totally know this is a shout out to you, you weird "I Love Everything that Has A Pulse" firestarting freak.

EDIT: Loki, serious, I don't care how good that...whatever was in bed, no one else is crazy enough to touch your daughter's mother.

EDIT2: How were you able to even create Fenrir?

EDIT3: I take it back, I don't want to know. You have a worse taste in sex than Zeus, and dude, you know that guy does.

EDIT4: But not first hand I hope, because disturbingly enough, he is your type.

EDIT5: I am in a very very bad place right now, so I'm stopping!