in Natter.
the set-up:
Dana - In case anyone is worried, Michael Vick has found Jesus.
Tom Scola - You're supposed to go into rehab first, then find Jesus. He skipped a step.
the knock outta the park:
Vortex - he said "no, no, no"
'A Hole in the World'
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in Natter.
the set-up:
Dana - In case anyone is worried, Michael Vick has found Jesus.
Tom Scola - You're supposed to go into rehab first, then find Jesus. He skipped a step.
the knock outta the park:
Vortex - he said "no, no, no"
Bitches on shoes:
Gloomcookie:
Those Reeboks are so wrong!! They are the opposite of sugar - like poison or meatloaf (ew).
megan walker:
The bands or the ingestibles?
Natter, wherein the Buffistas are ever-so-helpful:
Cashmere:
*sigh* Owen's wearing a pair of Olivia's swimsuit bottoms around on his head. The question is whether I should take a picture for teenage blackmail later.
sarameg:
There's a question?
amych:
No, I think the real question is "is the camera charged and within reach"?
Vortex:
sits next to sarameg, offers to set up tripod
Toddson:
Holds lights to make sure it comes out clearly
shrift:
Or perhaps, "Why haven't you taken the picture and posted it on the internet for our collective amusement yet?"
Ginger, on preparing to travel:
When I start worrying whether if I have everything, I use the mantra, "You're not going to darkest Africa. You can buy underwear where you're going."
Matt, finding a single word to describe the ouvre of Tim Minear in Minearverse:
Traumedy.
Trying to consense a thread title in Bureau:
Robin: Procedural 1: You Have the Right To Remain Silent
JenP: Ha! As if.
In Bitches, Erin:
God, I didn't just abuse exclamation points there, I freakin' strung 'em up, flogged them and sold 'em as child prostitutes.
Aimee, in Bitches, on living with the princess:
While priming the dining room last night, Joe accidentally stepped on Em's dinosaur and smashed it to bits. He valiantly tried to get it into the garbage before she noticed.
Not so much.
For the next half hour, we were treated to a barrage of, "You broke my dinosaur! HEY! You broke my dinosaur! You broke my dinosaur!"
Finally I snapped and said, "Em. Daddy said he was sorry. We will get you a new dinosaur. That dinosaur is dead. Everything dies. Get over it." (I was verry tired and cranky.)
Joe says, "You're using a broken dinosaur to teach her about death? I thought we'd wait for a hamster or a goldfish."
"You want to listen to a half-hour of 'You broke my goldfish'?" I ask him.
He's about to respond when Em bursts back into the room.
"YOU BROKE MY GOLDFISH!! HEY! YOU BROKE MY GOLDFISH!!"
Zenkitty's social commentary on the above incident:
Poor Em's dinosaur. Such an ignoble demise. Crushed under the heel of the patriarchy.
shrift in Natter:
The work fairy just came by and took a crap on my desk.