JZ
crushes out on Flannery O'Connor, in Literary:
She managed to write some memorably, spectacularly miserable characters, but Flannery herself wasn't miserable. I read all 700-some odd pages of her collected letters, and she really does come across as a Buffista before Buffistas were: snarky, sly, occasionally outright goofy, and equally capable of being mockingly delighted by the awfulness of kitsch and moved by the emotion behind it; full of geeky passions and delights; interested in the world outside her town and the universe inside her own mind. Sometimes a little terse when the lupus was excruciating, but often darkly witty even then.
Eloquent as Nutty and ita combined in her cold dissection of lousy writing and lazy logic; as simultaneously passionate and wry as Cindy writing about her faith; as irritated by, occasionally resentful of her dependency on, and kindred-spirit snarkily proud and loving of her mother as erika; tender in her notation of the green and growing and fruiting products of her land as Betsy; fiendish as MM in her elaborate scorn of hypocrites and monstrous fools; loyal to her friends as any Buffista, willing to sprint around the world for them when she couldn't walk to her own front door. And able to deliver a biting, delicious quip while she was at it.
For someone with one fuck of a lot to be miserable about, O'Connor was somehow really not so miserable at all.
Strega:
My sloth interferes with my drunkenness. It's sad.
from Gaming (edited for comedy effect... is that OK?)
Pete, Husband of Jilli:
The fact they fit all this on a standard DVD is a masterpiece of coding.
Frankenbuddha:
They probably used black magic.
OMG when you die in the game you die for REALS!!!!!
Jilli VoiceOfReason:
Y'know, I hadn't planned on having to bring my husband back as a zombie for a long time. I don't have any of the supplies on hand.
Frankenbuddha:
Who knows - the game might take care of that for you.
Jessica:
"Continue?"
Jilli VoiceOfReason:
Pffft. I don't believe in trusting the reanimation of the dead to game developers I don't know.
Strega: My sloth interferes with my drunkenness. It's sad.
Her sloth? She's full of slith.
in natter:
bon bon:
My mom just forwarded me Lolcats. Time it everyone! That's one year for a trend to start on the internets, and get to moms!
Jesse:
bon bon, was the email amusing enough for Postcards From Your Momma? Then the internet would swallow itself.
The Empress, on parenting, in Bitches:
Kids are supposed to be a-holes sometimes. It's what makes them kids and what we, as parents, get to hold over their heads for the rest of their life! If I'm medicating my kids into Stepford Kids, how am I supposed to make them feel like shit when they're 30 for acting a fool when they were 15? Won't anyone think of the parents?
Gud, in Natter, helping Kat with her syllabus (I can't believe this wasn't posted here yet):
"In a world where bad grammar and appalling spelling have smothered the ideas of humankind, one course will make a stand, one course will overcome the odds, one course will teach..." ?
More religion in Natter --
Frankenbuddha:
I'm trying to think why someone would think hitching a donkey and an ox to the same plow would be a good idea.
Jesse:
You've got one ox, you've got one donkey, why not? It's worth a shot, anyway?
flea:
Note to self: when farming, do not take Jesse's advice.
amych:
note to self: don't farm
brenda m:
Now we know where those crop circles all come from.
