I'm a little behind. Natter:

Cashmere:

Toddlers are us without the thin layer of civility forced upon us by society. They are free and unencumbered by shame or self consciousness.

I love it.

I just hate it when it pees on my furniture.

Trying to catch up, I found this gem from erika in Bitches:

We are TV fanatics. If we took out a fatwa, it'd be on "Touched by An Angel" fans.

Miracleman: ND has enough music that God Himself goes "Dude" then hits Shuffle and zones.

connie neil: Oh, MM, I put your Call Center Hell sketch up as my computer desktop picture. My co-workers snickered, my supervisor frowned uncertainly. I've replaced it with a picture of a diamond-encrusted skull. It's even more fun to tell Uncertain Supervisor that "Skulls make me happy."

Miracleman: It's even more fun to tell Uncertain Supervisor that "Skulls make me happy."

"...and, sometimes, they make the voices quieter.

Sometimes."

Seriously? You people are just cooking with gas today

Pete, Husband of Jilli: Message for shrift:

I managed to chat with Jilli last night after she got back from the show.

She met some of the band. There's more, but I'll let Jilli tell you the details. You may very well want Jilli to surrender her top layer of skin.

Jilli VoiceOfReason: Sweetie, you're not supposed to GIVE SHRIFT IDEAS.

We waited at the tour bus (with a mob of other fans) after last night's show. Mikeyway and Frankie came out to sign autographs. Frankie remembered me! He complimented me on my outfit, I said I had been lucky enough to meet him after the last Seattle show, and he said "That's right! I remember you!". And then gave me a hug.

shrift, please don't skin me because I have hugged the Frankie.

Cass: Please do not skin Jilli, shrift. She's all pretty now and I don't know if "Cupcake goth" is a look that's going to work with her looking like those Invisible Woman models you put together as a kid.

Pete, Husband of Jilli: Oh Cass, you fuss too much. A top layer is just dermabrasion. She'll just look all pink and glowing like as if she'd just got done at the spa, or been flooded with sparkly pink radiation.

Amy: If all radiation was pink and sparkly, the world would be a much prettier place.

Miracleman: I managed to produce pink and sparkly radiation once.

The problem is getting the fairies to smash together fast enough that they fuse and give off excess pink-and-sparkly-heavy neutrons.

amych: You need a sparkly fairy supercollider.

Miracleman: Yeah. Which means I need a shitload of magnets and a shitload of steel-jacketed fairies.

oh, it goes on and on...

Fay, in Bitches:

I wish that I had some Buffistas here to play with. Feeling a trifle lonely. Am ass. Should go out and play with myself

Emily, in Bitches:

I used to write angry notes on tiny scraps of paper and throw them down the stairs at my mother: "I hate you" "You're so mean" "It's totally unfair and you are too" and the like. My mother seems to have valued it as a commitment to literacy and kept them.

lisah, in Natter:

this afternoon is dragging like RuPaul in her heydey.

Polter-Cow - I eat bird and fish.

Jon B. - But no mammals?

Polter-Cow - No mammals. Except for rabbit and kangaroo, that one time.

Emily - At the same time? Were you stranded in the Australian outback?

megan walker - Or Hundred Acre Wood?

Damn, MM beat me to it.