Matt the Bruins fan:
Wow. Captain D's must be seasoning its shrimp with crack. I just woke up out of a dream about participating in a NASCAR-type race. And Halle Berry was an old high school friend (yet still the famous actress in present day) who was flirting with me.
I bet somewhere there's a straight redneck who was just shaken to his core by a dream about making out with Ben Browder at a hockey game.
In Bitches, the foibles of dating:
meara: Honestly, having a girlfriend takes too much time--how do I fix that? Without making her feel like it's personal? I know she'll take it personal.
Erin: I like to date people who go out of town a lot. Because then I can see them occasionally. When I want. If I want. In conclusion, I can be meara's LD GF. We'll talk on the phone and never have sex. You can totally cheat on me with other women. It'll be very 60's WASP.
meara: Erin, we should TOTALLY be long-distance dating. :) Though I think ideally I'd be long distance dating someone who was either (a) within driving range, just a little far (5 hours? can't do it spur of the moment one night, but OK for a weekend), or (b) a frequent/cheap plane ride away (Chicago?)
Erin: meara, I'll get right on the moving to Chi bit. And the gay bit. I'll...um...practice? Role-play?! Soon, I swear. Really. Do you still love me? Hold me!
In Natter, Strega, quotes this:
Buffista diversity: some of us want a cabana boy; others, pneumatic tubes.
And adds her own take:
...So nobody else went to a Brave New World place with "pneumatic tubes"? Because I seriously couldn't believe that hadn't been COMMed by the time I read it. And then I thought, "Maybe I'm the only one interpreting that in a filthy way. In which case, I win!"
tommyrot:
Completely random question: Who here has the powers of 2 memorized? How high do you have them memorized?
Dana:
Oh, tommy. We are so, so different.
As I have been slowly catching up on days and days of posts, I found this gem in Bitches:
Cashmere:
I'm not exactly an advocate of child-led education. I know where my kids would lead me if they could.
And at the end of the threadsuck of Bitches, this other gem:
DaisyJane:
Mr. Jane is watching "Thank God You're Here" at the end there's kinda a group improv. I won't transcript it, but at the end, Shannon Elisabeth was making out with one of the cast who was also making out with George Takai, then Shannon and Tom Green were making out, and then Dave Foley ran down to the stage to get in on the action. In the meantime, Tom is screaming incoherently and Chelsea Handler is making off color jokes. I'm watching the insanity, and since we'd been talking about it minutes before, I tell Mr. Jane, "Yeah. This is what it's like when Buffistas get together."