-t: I have the capability of making penguin-shaped jello shots. I need to do that sometime.

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amych in Bitches:

People, don't trust the marsupials. I know they're quirky and fascinating in evolutionary terms, but they're organized, and they're coming for you.

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In Movies:

ita:

I blanch at the idea of another set top box.

Matt the Bruins fan:

Isn't your home entertainment system already at risk of attaining sentience and naming itself SKYNet?

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From Great Write Way...

Ginger: I do read a lot of children's and young adult books. I think of them and mysteries as the last bastions of the plot. It is possible that they are just the last bastions of plots I can follow, but I try not to think about that.

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another Matt TBF, this time from the fic thread:

Then decided I'd better just give it up before the winged unicorns arrived to whisk everyone away to Big Rock Candy Mountain.

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The Epic Battle of shrift and the toilet (in Natter):

shrift (12:17PM):

Dear Toilet,

Why do you hate me?

bailing water,

shrift

shrift (1:15PM):

Dear Toilet,

Will it ever be safe to flush you?

despairing,

shrift

shrift (1:38PM):

Dear Toilet,

I'll keep plunging you if you promise it will all be okay in the end.

wearily,

shrift

shrift (1:55PM):

I mean, how long do you have to plunge a toilet before the bitch gives in?!

shrift (2:06PM):

My roommate just got back, and we tried some crazy, last-ditch plunging. Then called a plumber. And now it looks like the mad, mad plunging may have fixed it.

sumi:

So basically, you should have called the plumber, then done some light plunging and it would have all been fine.

shrift:

Yep. I plunged my entire afternoon, and all I got was this flushing toilet.

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Aimee in GWW. Ahhhhh, the writer's life....

I've been writing drabbles too long. I'm staring at this paper that needs to be 750 words thinking to myself, "But I can make my point in 100 words or less!! This goes against my recent rules of writing!!!"

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Cass in Bitches, musing wistfully upon her allergies:

Why must the pretty city try to kill me with plant sex?

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and more...

Cass: ...burning kleenex in the fireplace and calling it HomeHazMat work is really not so very amusing that it makes up the for the allergies, but it still amuses.

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Kristin in F2F:

I had to filk my recent adventure. And now I have to share it with you. And yes, I know I am a hopeless English geek...or should I say geeke...though my faux Middle English may not be the best.

The Worcester Tales

Whan that Junne with his shoures soake,
the deluge of day hath perced to the roote,
and bathed every carre with suche licour,
of which confusion engendered is the driver;
whan Victor doth with his swete breeth,
inspired hath to visit holt and heeth
the tendre Buffistas, and the yonge sonne
hath 'neathe clouds his halfe cours y-ronne,
and NPR radio maken melodye
(that watcheth politicks with open ye,
so pricketh liberals to vote in perpetuity),
than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
and Buffistas for to seken straunge slounges,
to talken of television's gems and dredges;
And specially, from every shires ende
of New Engelond, to Worcester they wende,
the former Somervillian for to seke
that them hath left for California's sake.

Bifel that, in that seasoun on a day,
on the Yahoo Maps, a faulty path wast lay,
which would cripple my pilgrimage
to Worcester, tho with ful devout corage,
at night was diverted to desert road
and trapped when tyre did explode;
with nary a sign nor landmark to see
to helpen anyone to finden me,
the rental companye wast afraide
an address wast needed ere rescue made;
so walken I through falling rain
until college scoreboarde didst provide name
that allowed my knights to seken my carre
whiche had not taken me verra far.

Rescue came with Buffista and tow
and doughnut tyre attached to go
to Victor's house, tho houres late
in time for Indian food to eate;
as conversation didst ensue
the night's travails were nearly through,
whan rental companye brought new carre
from Boston to replace one marred;
my pilgrimage wast at laste success

and revels began with hoste and guests:
Victor, Connie, Sarah and love dear,
good companye who asked to hear
this tale of all the strength to muster
before pilgrimage taken is to Worcester.

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