Aimee in Firefly, articulating my world view:

And smugness is better than jackholery anyday!

Cass: Dinner was num. Made a champagne sauce (cause I wanted to open the bottle) for some grilled salmon and pattypan squashes. One of the squashes committed suicide in the microwave and barfed its squash-y guts up. Mom of Cass washed up. Such the nice mommy. Ima have another glass of champagne, some strawberries and sour cream and then pass out on my amazingly stable bed. It's fabulous.

Fay in F2F: I have NO idea how to spell this word. It is not an English word. I feel it should be weiner, but then a little voice in the back of my head says it derives from Vienna, so maybe wiener, and then another little voice says that maybe it should be spelled ickythingsthatpretendtobesausagesbutaren'treally.

SuziQ in Bitches: Ok - at work - I just uttered the sentence "Dick's too big, will have to deal with that later" and my contract manager said "Handle Dick however you want".

TomW (the Brit), responding to Jesse (The Cowgirl) taunting him in Natter:

Jesse: I'm inclined to agree with you, but then I realized that you're a foreigner yourself, and now I'm afraid you can't be trusted.

TomW: I knew it was a mistake for me to push that British translation of the national anthem. "The Star Festooned Bunting" was never going to catch on.

billytea in Bitches:

He's calling from inside your pants!!

Talking about the rerelease of the original Star Wars trilogy...

Raq: The Redux versions of the original 3 just exacerbated demand for these. He's Bill Gates, in his own way.

Gudanov: It's New Coke and Coke Classic all over again.

tommyrot: Coke Classic shot first.

DebetEsse: Homework, baybee. Getting my Masters in typing and coloring. We have a couple hundred posters and 4, I think, timelines I have to color. Because TPTB haven't heard of color printing.

Ginger: They live in the land without Kinko's?

DebetEsse: When they went through the training, they had to trace the outlines to color from a projected image on the wall. Uphill both ways. Barefoot. In the snow.

JZ in Natter:

The forecast definitely calls for lots and lots of sleep, with a slight possibility of mattress-shopping. Two nights ago Hec and I were jolted awake at 2:15 by some asshole ringing our doorbell for no reason, and last night we were attacked by the mattress and slept a total of maybe 6 hours between us. The mattress has gone well past old and tired into a state of active rage that we're still using it, and is now deliberately thwarting our every attempt at loss of consciousness. It's war. It's the mattress or us, and we're the ones with brains and credit cards, dammit.