DXM, Lost (nonspoilery):

Locke: You have an answer?

Island: You're really not going to like it.

Locke: Tell us.

Island: The answer to the Great Question...

Locke: Yes?

Island: ...of life, the universe, and everything...

Locke: Yes?

Island: ...is...

Sayid: Yes?

Island: ...is...

Locke, Sayid: *Yes*?

Island: 4 8 15 16 23 42.

[stunned silence]

Locke, Sayid: *4 8 15 16 23 42*?

Island: It was a tough assignment.

Sayid: We're going to need a better island. Maybe with some fjords.

Bwah! I'm not even following the show anymore (I watched the catch-up special, but..) but bwah!

shrift in Natter:

Cute pictures of babies do so little for me that I think I must have used the batteries in my biological clock for the TiVo remote.

Also from Natter:

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flea:

My little snot and poo machine just cut his first tooth!

Aimée:

YAY MR. FLEA!

I'm just the setup. Cindy made me laugh:

Sean K: There's been a couple of times I've heard Emeline do the NO! thing that it sounded to me more like it's her EMPHATIC word, not necessarily her denial word. Like, she says it sometimes when she wants to be emphatic about something, rather than fully understanding what the word "no" means, and how to use it properly. If that makes any sense.

Topic!Cindy: No.

Sarameg: Teeth? Another design flaw.

Daisy Jane: Right!?! Why aren't they steel and pointy so we can rip out the bowels of our enemies?

It's possible I've had too much scotch.

Allyson: They were trying to make me feel like some sort of humorless dried up feminist. I'm a really funny, well moisturized feminist.

In Bitches.

Ailleann: I'm happy to report that today so far has been much better. I got a good night's sleep, didn't wake up with a headache, did some apartment cleaning, and watched me some Winchesters. And my knee hurts a lot less, though I still don't know where my brace is.

I'm almost human enough.... to go to work for 7 hours. Ugh.

Hil R.: Ow ow ow. Woke up with a swollen knee. Not sure why it's swollen, but it hurts to put any weight on it.

So much for my plan to walk to the grocery store today.

Ailleann: takes angry knee back

In Natter --

Laura: It's raining. Brandy ran out the front door, quickly peed and ran back in. She's a fine girl.

billytea: But her life, her love and her lady, is the pee.

Smiting is all in the family in Bitches:

Miracleman:

Well, the Empress is at home with Lil Empress (no daycare today), so I suppose the smiting duty falls to me.

Okay...lessee now...

To: Robin's Dumbass Insurance Company

To Whom It May Concern,

KNOW THAT FROM THIS DAY UNTO THE SEVENTH SEVEN OF GENERATIONS YOU, AND ALL YOUR UNHOLY OFFSPRING, SHALL SUFFER TO HAVE THY VISCERA CHURN WITH BOILING ACID, THAT VILE FLUIDS SHALL ISSUE FORTH FROM THINE EVERY ORIFICE, VERILY FROM EVERY PORE OF THY HIDEOUS, WARTY SKIN AND THAT YOU SHALL EVER SUFFER THE MADDENING BURN OF DEVILISH PARASITICAL WORMS GNAWING UPON THINE BRAINS, CAUSING NEVERENDING ANGUISH TIL THOU SHALL CRY UPON EVERY PASSING PERSON TO END THY MISERABLE WORTHLESS EXISTENCE BY BLUDGEONING YOU TO DEATH SLOWLY OVER THE COURSE OF MONTHS WITH THEIR FOOTWEAR! AND KNOW THAT YOU SHALL EVER SEE DEVILS AND DEMONS POKING YOUR ROTTING FLESH WITH BURNING BRANDS AND SHALL EVER HEAR THE INSANE HOWLING OF THE VORACIOUS VOID-THAT-CONSUMES-ALL AND SHALL LIVE EVERY DAY WITH HEART PALPITATING FEAR! AND KNOW ALSO THAT, UH...THINE MOTHER WEARS BOOTS FOR COMBAT AND THAT THOU SMELLST PECULIAR AND THAT THINE MATER DOES ENSHROUD YOU WITH RIDICULOUS SARTORIAL CHOICES THAT INDUCE ALL THAT SEE YOU TO MOCK YOU AND THROW ROTTEN PRODUCE. VERILY I SAY UNTO THEE "NYAH NYAH NYAH *NYAH* NNNNYYYYAAAAAHHH".

Hope all is well,

Miracleman (Acting Smiter)

Aimée:

Wow honey. That's lots more eloquent than your usual, "Ass 'em in the ear."