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...

I had a feeling that had already been COMMed, but I had to check, just in case, because I'm STILL laughing.

Raq in Bitches:

I just turned some goth music off because it was too positive.

I envy you your swift fingers, Deena!