SA:

It's an insanely difficult choice, and one I haven't made yet. My friend and I realised that I'm the heroine in a romance novel, with this choice between York and Cardiff. York is the nobleman, a bit frayed around the edges, but with excellent breeding and stature. Quirky, though, with a bit of a dark side. And Cardiff is the always-cheerful blokey dude, frank and open and welcoming. Not as prestigious, but there's just something about him...

And then we anthropomorphized the cities. Where York was David Tennant (more his HP character than his Doctor) and Cardiff was Rhys from Torchwood.

And then I realised I essentially had to make a choice between Doctor Who and Torchwood.

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.

MM, in Bitches:

I think someone opened up an ass-haberdashery outlet store.

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."

Gudanov in Natter:

That reminds me I need to at least skim the reading about how to be a better Methodist for the study group tomorrow. I suppose for me, believing in God would be a good start.

Aimee, in Bitches:

Mommy goes to computer to relate tales of toddlus horribilus with others as a grim warning to, for the love of God, start masturbating.

JenP:

I'm not actually arguing with your point, even though it sounds like I'm doing that thing we do where we point out the one exception to every... thing anyone says. No, I'm doing that over-explainy thing we do.

The inimitable Betsy, in Minearverse:

Having a petition for a TV show is like offering free blowjobs to George Clooney: possibly emotionally satisfying, but ultimately unlikely to succeed.

Minearverse:

KristinT: What JZ said. Again. I really need that t-shirt.
JZ: I hardly warrant it, but...okay (blushing). And at the next F2F you can wear that, and I'll wear my "What scrappy said" t-shirt, and possibly Robin will wear a "What Betsy said" t-shirt, and it can go all the way round to whoever has the spiciest brains of all, and that person will wear a t-shirt that says either "HELLS YEAH WHAT I SAY" or "Seriously, y'all, @@."

Also:

Allyson: Maybe I can make a popup book with what is supposed to happen next, Tim
Strega: And I could recap the pop-up book!
"Is it just me, or do the characters seem two-dimensional? So I pull the tab, and the car tumbles down a cliff. Which would have been cool if it hadn't been totally obvious that would happen. I mean, hello, I can see the little slot cut in the paper! Way to telegraph things, Allyson."