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...

Erika in Great Write Way:

COP: I'm gonna have to cite you.

WRITER: What for? All my works are cited, all my song lyrics are paid for and I got two orgasms here. His and hers.

COP: Do you think I'm stupid or something?

WRITER: No, Mister Literature Cop. I definitely do not.

COP: Well, even I know it takes more than huffing and puffing to be hot. I'm writing you a ticket for Felony Lack of Sexy.

WRITER: My mother liked it.

COP: Tell it to the judge, man

sj, that gets even funnier when you add that the spur of the subject was Anne Rice's porn....

On Laser Tag

NoiseDesign: Any chance we'll be able to tempt you to come out and play?

ita: I've only played it once. It was good fun. Not healthy fun for me, since I got scary competitive, but that's something I hope I've worked on since then. Jury's still out.

billytea: Wow. Just how competitive did you get?

Dana: Why is half of the internet broken today? Even Yahoo Mail is giving me attitude.

tommyrot: Who forgot to pay the internet bill?

erikaj, in Natter:

There's a story for the kiddos, huh?"Mommy knew she wanted to be with Daddy when the thought of some furniture store manager's hands on him made her postal with impotent rage."