Cass: So far Portland seems to be that guy you meet by chance at a bar.

He's cute but doesn't completely take it for granted. So the smile is genuine even though he knows it totally works.

And when he leans in to whisper (okay, it's a bar, he's not whispering but it doesn't seem like shouting at the time either), there is that moment you can smell his neck and cologne and you want to just breathe it in for a while.

So you talk for a while and maybe there's a little more giggling then you care to admit and perhaps he's a little too eager to buy you another drink. But there is flirting and it just kinda feels good.

Basically, I would totally give Portland my number.

And the continuance:

Trudy Booth: Sounds like you'd go home with Portland.

P.M. Marcontell: Portland's the kind you wind up marrying, and the sex is good, too.

Portland is totally the Mary Sue of mid-sized American cities.

Sue:

What the world clearly needs is some high performance superhero underwear.

shrift, in FanFictionII:

[C]ertain stories are like my anti-kink... I read these stories and my buttons say, "We're rethinking our buttonosity."

Funny 'cos it's not only shrift for whom this happens.

Allyson in Beep Me:

The publisher that i really loved just made an offer on my book.

yes. I'm flipping the fuck out.

JZ: I just got back from picking up more transcription from my boss. He told me about seeing the child of a Marin County mother this morning. When he asked her to describe the events that prompted her son's referral, she tossed her hair and clanked her big bead bracelets together and said, "Oh, man, it's just totally wild. I, like, don't even know where to begin, it's all so crazy." When the postdoc fellow took the boy's wrist to count his pulse, the boy asked his mother what was happening, and she said, "Relax, honey, he's sensing your chakras." Ahhh, the Bay Area.

Toddson, in Firelfly:

I've gotten a friend hooked on Firefly. Aside from loving the series, she found it reassuring that even in the distant future, you'll still be able to get a good pair of Docs.

Jessica, in Natter:

(Personally, I've always thought that polytheism makes the most sense for presupposing divine Creation. "Internal fetal development!" "Egg-laying!" "Screw you guys, I'm going to Australia!")

SA, in Natter:

Oh, Foucault. Even his name tires me.

I promise, I am only the setup. In Natter:

SA: How on earth do you open a two-liter of pop that refuses to budge when confronted with pliers?

Gudanov: Shake and heat it until it explodes. Not saying this is the best method.

msbelle: poke a hole in it.

tommyrot: Shake it up, then shoot it with a pellet gun.

Theodosia: Cut off the neck with a samurai sword.