Erin, in Bitches:

Dude, I'm impressed you can Google at ALL without bringing up porn...

From Boxed Set:

Nutty: Interstellar Yenta!!

In Natter. Long, but so funny.

Emily:

I would like to share something with you all.

When there is an external disturbance, the subject succeeds in compensating for this by an activity. The maximum equilibriation is thus the maximum of the activity, and not a state of rest. It is a mobile equilibriation, and not an immobile one. So equilibriation is defined as compensation; compensation is the anulling of a transformation by an inverse transformation. The compensation which intervenes in equilibriation implies the fundamental idea of reversibility, and this reversibility is precisely what characterizes the operations of the intelligence. An operation is an internalized action, but it is also a reversible action. But an operation is never isolated; it is always subordinated to other operations; it is part of a more inclusive structure. Consequently, we define intelligence in terms of operations, coordination of operations.

Can anyone figure out what the hell is being talked about there? At least before the last sentence? The fuck?

Gus:

Sure. Translation: "I will never have a paying job."

billytea:

I couldn't tell you what it means even after the last sentence. But by the sounds of things, the author thinks weebls are geniuses.

Gus:

Well, weebls are reversible, so there might be an argument.

DXMachina:

It helps if you imagine it in Charlie Brown's teacher's voice.

Gus:

C'mon! I want to get into a smack-down-drag-out over whether weebls are reversible or not.

I'll be in the County lock-up, hanging my weary head, and the other perps will be all "What are you in for?" and I'll be be all "WEEBLS!"

You got a problem with that!?"

aurelia:

Make it Cook County lock-up. You can leave whenever you want.

DXMachina:

Weebles equilibrate, but they don't fall down.

Also, is there such a word as "equilibriation," or do they just keep spelling "equilibration" wrong?

Gus:

Equilibration. Curse all extra l's.

Emily:

Or, contrariwise, did I just mistype it every single time?

...yup, that was all me. I don't know why. Probably because of equilibrium. Anyway, it was Piaget. I think he was talking about how children move between stages of development, but I'm not at all sure. It could well be weebls.

DXMachina:

So all these years your name has really been Emly?

Emily :

You are cruising for a severe case of Emiliation.

Meanwhile, I have grown stupid and should be put out to pasture.

DXMachina:

That would be pasteuriazation, right?

Emily:

Am I ever going to live this down? Oh right, no.

Steph L. in Write Way:

This is how I would blurb Gus:

"This first novel is compelling enough to make the reader want to break into the author's home and drink all his booze."

More Gus blurbs, Ginger in GWW:

"Inspired by a near-fatal monkey attack and the phrase 'There are no black people in Wisconsin,' Gus has created a novel that's warm, tender, true and full of explosions. He believes the process has made him taller."

Prophetic? in Bitches, Raq:

I dreamed that I was trying to stop a wedding in a Balkan village using some combination of sparrows, turtles, wolves, and badgers (which stood for air, water, fire, and earth), and I was fighting two ancient crones who could shoot sewing needles from their fingertips.

Zenkitty. Firefly.

Kerfuffle in the brain pan, squish.

Kalshane: There is something on the poster about watching out for the managment float in the building tomorrow.

I'm frightened.

tommyrot: Maybe "watching out for" means to hide around the corner armed with a baseball bat?

Commable story from Aurelia:

my SiL shared this story with me: At the bowling alley last night, M (my 6yr old nephew) turns to D (my brother) and says, "What's a tortoise?" The bowling alley being a loud place, D leans over and says, "Tortuous???" M, not hearing D, says, "Yeah." Well, this was the law firm bowling league, so there was a chance that M had heard that word and didn't know what it meant, so D proceeded to explain what tortuous meant, and of course the first chapter of tort law (that's my bro!). M stops D half way through, puts up his hand and says, "No, no, no...you're describing tortuous, I'm asking you 'What's a tortoise?'." D, a little stunned, says, "It's kinda like a turtle." M said, "Oh, ok," and skipped away.

msbelle sets it up for tommyrot in Natter:

msbelle - It has come to my attention that several of the Oscar movies are on my cable on demand movie thingy. Now playing: The Constant Gardner.

The plan is to watch at least half of it tonight and finish it off in the morning.

tommyrot - The Constant (Except for the Overnight Pause) Gardner.