From Natter:

Kathy A: Last night's The Daily Show spent the opening segment talking about the (Israeli) election, including a report from the fresh-out-of-maternity-leave Samantha Bee, who spent some time explaining how a party with 28 seats out of 100+ wins an election.

Nilly: Well, here we keep needing explanations about how somebody can get more votes, but still lose the election in the USA, with the representatives system, so we can call it some sort of even in misunderstandings, I guess.

Catching up in Natter:

shrift: I'm realizing that I've never given notice at a real job. I don't know how it's done!

tommyrot: Walk into your boss's office, say, "I quit from thee, I quit from thee, I quit from thee," and then dump potato salad on his shoes.

Ginger, on truthiness, in Bitches:

There are special exemptions in the lying code. It's fine to lie to landlords, telemarketers and creditors. It's also okay to lie to your parents if the truth would upset them. Then there's that "weight" entry on the driver's license application....

On the casting of Dallas, the movie, in Natter:

Fred Pete: But come on -- Shirley MacLaine as Miss Ellie? Barbara Bel Geddes must be rolling over in her grave.

brenda: MacLaine could probably tell you for sure.

Nora: Is today Take This Job And Shove It day for shrift?

vw bug: That should be a national holiday!

shrift: OH THANK GOD IT'S OVER.

Dana: I think it was a little unfair that I had to miss shrift day, but I was out doing various things and shopping, and I got a very nice pair of pants for $8.50.

shrift: Okay. That was weird. A coworker told me to have a great weekend, and then told me to be careful. Twice.

Is there a hit out on me that I don't know about? WTF?

DXMachina: You know how in the movies, the cop who's three days away from retirement always takes it in the chest?

Probably nothing to worry about...

shrift: <STRAPS ON KEVLAR>

ita: Dana, with your shopma you're well set to stock up for the retaliatory rampage you'll go on while shrift is touch and go in the ICU.

Dana: I get to be the cop that doesn't play by the rules? Awesome.

ita: You'll do whatever it takes to see justice is done. Or more.

Of course, since I'm black, I'll yell at you, wave a cigar, and demand your badge, but deep inside I totally understand what you're doing, and once you're out of the office I'll put my job on the line to protect you from the higher-ups.

Dana: Sure, you understand my pain, what with all of the institutional prejudice you had to deal with while you rose through the ranks.

ita: And, you know, I envy you your relative freedom to operate as you see fit.

Dana: I know. If the world were a different place, you'd be right by my side, but you've played the game this long, and you're not going to jeopardize your position. I respect that, even if I'm never going to tell you to your face. But it's not going to stop me from blowing up half of the city on my quest for vengeance.

ita: If only you'd listen when I tell you there might be another way! I'm afraid you'll go too far, upset as you are, and I won't be able to help you anymore.

Man, I wish I remembered what it felt like to wear my gun in the field...or maybe I wish I didn't remember.

Dana: Look, man, I know you want to help, but this is something I've got to do on my own.

shrift: If it becomes necessary, Dana, I will txt for vengeance.

Dana: I'll prepare my epic "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" of loss and fury.

Matt: Oh bwah! I was just reading a discussion about TV fanfic, and someone posted that her fandom was Due South and she despises slash stories of all pairings. That's like a white supremacist choosing to move to Kenya.

Fay: Bless her. There's bravely swimming against the tide, and then there's trying to swim in golden syrup with your hands tied behind your back and your ankles bound, whilst being pelted with sequins and maple leaves by The Village People, and taunted by the ghosts of Gay Icons Past.

All the best, Lone Voice Of Due Het Fandom. Good luck storming the castle!

Nilly in Natter:

One of the disadvantages of Hebrew is that I can't [think] "fiddlesticks" to myself.

Steph L: No, really! I mean, I'm writing this in a thread called "Spike's Bitches." I have no room to mock fannish enthusiasm.

Cass: This is one of those comforting things when someone decides to mock my race sluttiness.

Emily: This was a surprising and bizarre sentence for a couple moments. Then I settled on the right interpretation of "race" and all was well.

Teppy: So, yeah, this is cute: I go to CVS right before it closes, to pick up a prescription, intending to go to the grocery store after (I have my list all made out and with me, coupons clipped, etc.) As I'm paying for my prescription at CVS, I hear someone behind me clearing their throat in the attention-getting way (not the I-have-a-hairball way). I turn around.

It's The Boy. Picking up a prescription of his own. So we make with the small talk, walk out to our cars, and then I say I have to go to the grocery store. The Boy just laughs. I ask what's funny, and he reaches in his car and pulls out a piece of paper, which he hands to me.

His grocery list. So we grocery-shopped together. (Well, more or less "together" -- he's pokey and I like looking for new stuff, so we each went at our own pace, but kept bumping into each other every other aisle or so.)

Trudy: Truth now, Tep...

Did he buy carrots?

Nicole, in Bitches:

Dear Universe,

Thank you for getting out of that bitchy slump you were in. I'm sure your job is quite difficult and thank-less at times but, really, there's a whole bunch of folks on this planet and, IMHO, the bad shit should be distributed a bit more evenly. May I suggest that you think of it like making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? No, really, stick with me here. Do you like taking a bite and getting all bread? No. I don't either. Which is why spreading the peanut butter and the jelly over the bread evenly is so important. And, well, the same thing goes for people.

Thanks for listening,

Me

P.S. I heard a bunch of neo-cons making fun of you...