Kristin T: Nothing like coming home to sex talk!

billytea: Yeah. Unless you still live with your parents.

Sniffle... sniffle.... Duno what's worse. Being "someone" or having your one of your bestest friends spell your name wrong... sniffle... sniffle.

(hands luggage to KirtisnT for her trip to guilt)

t sticks tongue out at omnis

t /natter

Steph L. in Natter:

See, *real* moral failings are much harder to criticize from a car window: "You claim to be in favor of a working wage and affordable health insurance for everyone, but I saw you shopping at Wal-Mart, which clearly contradicts your previously stated beliefs!"

That would have to be one really sloooooow drive-by.

serial comms. Debetesse in Boxed Set:

(Exposition fairies love pilot season. They all get together and watch the new shows and compare notes and say things like, "Oooh, nicely integrated." and "You did not just do voice-over. Oh my Gawd, we need to stage an intervention")

SusanW in Bitches:

So I'm working away on my manuscript. A colonel is flattering his commanding officer a bit, talking about the utter success of their most recent action.

He called it "a glorious battle."

In my mind's eye, my characters instantly morphed from humans in the elegant officers' uniforms of 200 years ago, developing ridged foreheads and growing long, long hair. Their discreet glasses of claret disappeared, replaced with great goblets of blood wine. My colonel's concern that the general would give him a stern tongue-lashing upon learning he allowed an important enemy leader to slip through his fingers became shame and terror that his fearsome commander would declare him without honor and kill him where he stood.

So. Humans cannot fight glorious battles. The very phrase transforms them into Klingons.

Tommyrot: It's the "often at great risk" thing that confuses me. Car chases? Knife fights? Those billionaire philanthropists lead a life of danger.

Jesse: Dude, you have no idea -- Warren Buffett faces more ninjas before lunch than I do all day.

In Bitches, Fay attains enlightenment, or at least something like it:

So - reiki. I remain open-minded, but unconvinced at this juncture. It does not help one's case as a Reiki Master to start talking about the fall of Atlantis or pyramids being built by teleportation. (My response, I confess, was "...er, yes. On Stargate. But in the real world, the latest theory - backed up by archeological evidence - is that the pyramids were built by the farmers during the times of inundation, that they were paid workers, and that the stones were raised by the use of earthworks around the pyramid. Um.") Or the Great Pyramids being designed by Thoth and Osiris. Or making lots of random spurious claims and backing them up with vague "it's been documented that" assertions. Because, yo, I could write that my cat flies around the room farting green flames and singing 'O Canada', and that would be documentary evidence of flaming flying Canada-loving felines. Whilst still being, you know, total crap.

Amusing post juxtaposition in Natter. Because I am twelve.

tommyrot:

76-Year-Old Man With Purple Urine

Jesse:

Make it into parfaits!

I'm just glad I wasn't the only one to go there.