In Natter:

Allyson: I need some sort of project to keep my mind busy until I get notes from my editor. My mind is racing and overheating. So annoying.

ita: Oh! Shit! I have a lesson plan or two to put together for krav tonight. Eek.

tommyrot:

I need some sort of project to keep my mind busy until I get notes from my editor.

You could create ita's krav lesson plans....

ita: Totally! Here are the specs: It's for blue, brown and black belts, and should involve ground, or vision drills, or both.

Allyson: Do you have one of those helmet Obi Wan put on Luke Skywalker to teach him how to lightsaber-fence while blind? Because that would be a great lesson.

For the ground fighting, I suggest a large ring made of chicken wire and you can periodically get on a mike and yell, "MasterBlaster rules Barter Town" and "2 Kravvers Enter, One Kravver Leaves."

Allyson: Wait. Do you have a chainmail dress?

Cass: Kittenish is flopped on the couch and trying to figure out why I am taking her laundry away.

But if I'm needlessly complicating things, ignore me. I dunno about Victor. He might be dangerous to ignore. He can probably kill you with an elegant turn of phrase.

Liese S. in F2F. Hee.

Nilly re. Pluto's demotion:

It makes him the Jewish-mommy of not-planets: "so, what, you invite me to play, and then decide that you change your mind and you don't want me in your group anymore? Fine. I'll spin here alone. In the dark. And the cold. Really cold. Away from all of you who didn't even want me in the same list like you. See if I care. I'd cry if I had any solids on me that could turn into liquids".

Theo in Natter on the Pluto Discussion

You Must Be This Round And Orbit The Sun To Be A Planet

Cindy in Natter:

Never piss off a geologist. They throw rocks.

Cashmere, in response to an obnoxious internets person:

...she doesn't deserve to bask in the glow of my white, hot hatred. Nor even the faint warmth of my indifference.

In the midst of Natter's smoked salmon riff:

Kalshane:

Without the cold-smoking, it's gravlax.

I thought that was a Klingon dish.

Jessica: Only for the Swedish Klingons.

Aimee: Borkl'avsh! Borkl'avash! Borkl'avash!

Kalshane: Great, now I have this mental image of a Klingon Swedish Chef muppet. "Bork, Bork, Bork, P'tak!"

ETA: Hee, Klingon Swedish Chef x-post!

Aimee...just being...well...Aimee

I did an asinine thing at the grocery store. I was buying bread and stuff and asked fot cigs for Joe and myself. The checker went off, grabbed them, brought them back, and showed them to me. I gave her thumbs up. Or, rather, NSM.

I flipped her off.

And proceeded to almost die of embarrasment in the middle of Albertson's. Fortunately, she had a good sense of humor, saw the beet-red heat on my face as I stammered an apology to her in which I said, "Obviously, I do that too often for it to be my default finger signal."

I can never go in there ever ever again.

oh my. that is hilarious. i think i scared my dog laughing...