I HAD to make sure this ended up immortalized. Deena, reporting on her adorable evil genius:

For your entertainment:

Kara, at dinner last night, to Nick, sitting beside her:
I am a pretty princess pony!
Nick: Good for you.
Kara: Good for you pretty princess pony!
Nick: Yeah.
Kara: What pony are you?
Nick: I am not a pony. I am a man!
Kara: I know, I know, you're man-pony!
Nick: No. Don't go there. (to me) stop laughing!
Kara: I shall call you schmacky. Schmacky the Man-pony.
Nick: Oh no.
Kara: I know! I shall call you Man-aise! Man-aise the Man-pony!
Nick:::speechless::
Kara: Or maybe pinkie....Pinkie Man-aise the Man-pony.
Nick: No. No. No. No. (to me) STOP LAUGHING!
Kara: (muttering) You ARE Man-aise the Man-pony.

and DCJensen filked:

Sing us a song, you're the pony-man...

Which inspired Gudanov to filk:

Who can take a meadow,
Sprinke it with dew
Cover it with hoofprints and a miracle or two...
The pony-man, the pony-man can,
The pony-man can 'cause he mixes it with love
and makes it all feel good...

and Trudy, also filking:

Cause he's a pony-man
Pony-maaaaaaaaan
Tellin' his kid sister "no you don't..."

In Natter:

Allyson:

Why am I here?

shrift:

Because everybody knows your name?

Allyson:

That's just not true.

I want the lurkers to send me supportive email. I feel as though I need some feedback. Am I entertaining you sufficiently?

I'm not as combative as I once was. Do you miss that?

Would you like to see me have a kerfuffle with any one of the following people?:

a) shrift

b) ita

c) Hec

d) lurker's choice

Topic!Cindy: Who is that great big boy? That can't be Owen. Sheesh. Maybe you ought to have a new baby. Apparently someone switched your first one with some kid.

From Natter:

tommyrot: Maybe instead of a relationship, my goal will be to be abducted by super-intelligent aliens and used as their pet.

"Aww - he's so cute when he tries to explain his species's comprehension of quantum mechanics!"

As long as they don't have drunken parties where they make fun of my lack of a Unified Field Theory....

From Bitches.

Daniel C. Jensen: Tropical Storm Zeta has formed in the Atlantic.

Trudy Booth: Soon it will hook up with much older tropical storm and land a gig as a cell phone shill.

bon bon: I never knew how fricking true that thing about the ravages of HDTV on celebs was until I was in Best Buy and saw Best Buy's OWN COMMERCIAL! on one of its HDTVs starring the Black Eyed Peas and OMG, Fergie? Is fucking STANK. She scared me.

ita: Could you see her pee more clearly?

bon bon: I could see her thinking about peeing.

Kat, in Natter:

Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony please come around. Something is lost and cannot be found.

What is lost? My GODDAMN HOUSE KEYS.

ETA: as ever, St. Anthony kicks ASS and finds my keys.

Deena in Bitches:

A new year snippet from our favorite raptor girl.

Scene: Dinner table. Once again, Kara and Nick are sitting beside one another.

Kara: You look yummmmy Nick.

Nick: Uh...

Greg and I: Uh? Wha?

Kara: You do. You look yummy.

Nick: Heh. heh. Thanks. I guess.

Greg and I: Um....

Kara: Mmmmmmmmm.

Nick: Heh. Stop that.

Kara: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Nick: Mom, make her stop.

Greg and I::::laughing:::

Kara: I'm a pigeon and I eat people. See my pigeon feet?

Nick: jumping up and running. Uh....thanks for dinner!

Kara: Mmmmmmmmmmmm

Greg: That's my girl! Profoundly disturb all the adults in the room with just four words.

Natter, on the power of suggestion:

DavidS: Also, I too have fallen for HypnoSue's suggestion and will make oatmeal for breakfast.

Sue: Man, next time I will suggest people send me money, or hot guys!