Daisy Jane, in B'crazy, because it was a beautiful metaphor:

Daisy Jane: I think I understand!

There's a concert called Boxed Set with a bunch of different bands. Quirky British pop, folksy artsy stuff, and old school rock with a taste for pain.

So the last band has gotten a pretty decent following, they're a little more interactive and they are massively adored by their fans.

Fans of the other bands love it when fans of the OSRWATFP band seem to be enjoying it so much, and keep meaning to buy the new album, but just have too much other stuff going on.

However, at this latest concert, the cheers went on for a while because everyone was having such a good time listening to OSRWATFP, that some of the other bands on smaller stages were drowned out a bit.

So the organizers of the concert decided, "Hey OSRWATFP has gotten kinda huge! You could barely hear any of the other bands. Too bad we had to cut them off before the 4th encore. Maybe we should organize something where they headline! 'A Night with OSRWATFP' we'll call it!" "Brilliant!"

"Wait a minute!" says the fans of OSRWATFP. "We loved that concert gathering. We loved wandering from stage before our guys were up and listening to other bands. We are always on the lookout for another band to fill our hearts like OSRWATFP, or if we're really lucky, like that band we all used to listen to with the little tough blonde lead singer and the backup guys with the skin problems. Those were our peeps, and now you're kicking us out of the party?"

And fans of the other bands are all, "Well it was kinda hard to hear the music we like. We're happy your guys have been successful, and we love seeing y'all all excited, but we kinda want to hear our guys too."

At least that's how it's playing in my head.

JenP: My (not biologically related) aunt is phenomenal at the listening to two things at once thing. I learned this at a restaurant one day when we were chatting and she suddenly piped up with why the financial advice that some guy was giving to his dining partner at another table was completely wrong. I was all, "Huh?" And then she revealed her superpowers of hearing to me. I was, and remain, in awe.

lisaha: oh, yeah, I can do that (...except without the ability to give any sort of financial advice).

shrift, in Boxed Set:

Oh my god. Daleks are the steampunk dildo.

Nutty ponders the important questions of life in Boxed Set:

Are frat boys into dildoes?

shrift in Natter, context so not necessary:

Snake Plissken and I are both shorter than you'd expect, but it just makes it more convenient for us to punch people in the crotch.

In Buffista Movies 6:

Polter-Cow:

I was kind of surprised that Captivity TANKED at the box office.

Steph:

I guess misogynistic fictionalized torture and rape just don't bring 'em in like they used to.

The incomparable shrift in Boxed Set:

The only way I would find a TARDIS fridge being embiggened on the inside as useful is if I used it to store beer.

Which I guess means I'm thinking of the TARDIS as a bottomless keg.

Am I sure I'm not a frat boy? Sometimes I wonder.

Dana, Bureaucracy:

This is like the prologue to the Potterdammerung.

JZ, in Reality TV, on two Top Chef cheftestants:

They did their territorial dance of rage at each other, baring their teeth and displaying their fierce plumage, and now that each is sufficiently impressed with the size of the other's balls they're perfectly peaceable together.

Cass: Oh, shit! meara that sucks. And I vote that you should come to Portland. I hear we even have a nifty job possibility for you.

Polter-Cow: "Cass's Concubine" is not a job.

Trudy Booth: It's an Adventure

Cass: Well not just a job, certainly.

Raq: Cass's Concubine is more of a calling, I think.