Ginger: My impression is that once a guy puts on a baseball cap, it is considered part of his head. One reason for this may be that so many guys use them in lieu of toupees.

Ginger : I don't think I have any particular female skills in making a house a home; my specialty is making a house a library.

Joe strikes again, in Bitches:

Aimee:

Good things will happen for my family today! Good things for my friends! YAY GOOD THINGS!

MM:

From your keyboard to the gods', um...

...

You think the gods have a message board? Like "www.deitistas.org"?

What would their thread titles be? "Natter 57: Yeah, we hear your prayers, we just don't give a shit." "Eros' Bitches 39: Shot through the heart, but you're too late."

"Deistechnology 4: Build a stone circle, see what happens"

In Natter, Allyson:

Did I tell you guys I was the victim of a horrible astrology attack on Friday night?

I was at a birthday dinner, and the suject of signs came up. I was asked what sign I was, and I said Aries, and one of our group proceeded to tell me how I was like my sign, and I said, "yeah, I don't believe in astrology." But you know, politely and sweetly.

EXPLOSION!

YOU DONT BELIEVE THE MOON HAS ANY EFFECT ON PEOPLE????

Um. Well, you see, um...

I opted out of the conversation. It was going into a fighty place. But I'm a little bit mad that I didn't say, "But you know, you're not really a Cancer, you're a Gemini, because the earth's orbit has changed in the last 2000 years due to wobble, so whatever sign you think you are, you're actually the sign before it, JERKFACE."

And then that would have lead to anger. But I WOULD HAVE FELT BETTER.

Perhaps this explains why I am no fun at parties. BUT I AM STILL MAD.

In Natter:

shrift: I just got to the bottom of my coffee mug. I made a noise of despair.

Dana: Do you hear that, Buffistas? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when I reached the bottom of my large Coke Zero. shrift makes it now.

In Bitches:

Miracleman: Great. Then we'll have C'thulhu and Yog Sothoth taking over the threads.

Great C'Thulhu - Mar 4, 2008 7:41:43 am PST #8516 of 8516 Mark Block
Still Sleepin'.

Hey, you know, just 'cause one wimpy New Englander thinks a guy with an octopus head is enough to drive him insane...it's not like I chose to look like this. You think I wouldn't prefer wind-blown hair and a tan? You know how hard it is to get laid looking like this?

Yoggers - Mar 4, 2008 7:44:49 am PST #8517 of 8517 Mark Block
Beyond Space and Time is NOT walking distance.

At least you don't look like a pile of vomit with eyes.

Great C'Thulhu - Mar 4, 2008 7:46:17am PST #8518 of 8518 Mark Block
Still Sleepin'.

Fair point.

Hastur the Mastur - Mar 4, 2008 7:47:52 am PST #8519 of 8519 Mark Block
Say My Name, Bitch!

Gods, you guys are whiners. This is why I left and post at R'lyehRocks.org.

Fabulous Gloomcookie in Bitches:

Dude, check out my damned day:

10-11: Meeting
11-11:30: Another meeting
12-1: Yet another meeting
1-1:30: WTF another meeting???
2-3: OMGWTFMeeting!

shrift: I could write a gritty memoir, but I don't think the royalty check would be worth the awkward conversations I'd have to have with my mother.

In Bitches, adorable offspring bringing the smiles:

Cashmere:

The bonus of this craxy day was that when one of the guys in the day care at the gym asked Owen if he was his BFF, Owen replied with, "MOMMY'S MY BFF!"

Topic!Cindy:

A few years ago, a door-to-door type person (a political campaigner? a salesman? a Sierra Club recruiter?) came to the door. Chris answered it with me, and started talking to the guy first, so I just stood there and let him, because it was all painfully cute. When Chris ran out of things to say, he asked the guy, "John, have you met my good friend Mommy?"

Ginger: I used a sliderule in high school. Also, the snow was really deep and there were wolves.