John H, on bad plot suggestions:

What's the opposite of "from your lips to Joss' ear"? From your lips to a lead-lined, heavily sealed box buried in a concrete bunker in antarctica. And not a stylish part of antarctica that Joss might one day go to. A boring part with lots of annoying tourists and a casino with nightly performances by *NSync.

Sorry to natter, but when I was a teenager I often wished I had a Gay Big Brother. Of course, I would have wanted to have sex with him, which complicates matters a bit.

Liese S. -

My whole house is clean! The entire thing! Including all the rooms!

Amazing what motivation a parental visit can provide to shake one out of the lethargy of one's housecleaning sloth. Not a sloth. Sloth itself.

Liese S. - And, ooh, Emily, I insent you a little ways back, after rudely ignoring your email for a ridiculous amount of time.

Emily - Oh, I know you did -- something about not realizing I wasn't porn, wasn't it? I understand. Many people mistake me for porn. And real estate offers. Must be my vast tracts of land.

Emily funny:

Jen - Really? Wow, I thought Catholics were in the vast minority. Maybe that's just in the US. I know that my family made it sound like we were the freaks of the town because we were Catholic and everyone else was Protestant.

Apropos of, well, not that: is it hard to learn how to snorkel? If I want to snorkel on my upcoming vacation, and it'll be the first time I've ever done it, would it be wise to try to get a lesson or something?

Emily - Jen, I think it varies widely by country and religious history. Isn't Catholicism the majority religion in Mexico, for example?

Jen - At first read, I thought you were talking about learning how to snorkel.

Emily - Well, there is some debate over whether the snorkel is just a medium for transmitting oxygen or actually becomes the oxygen itself.

I'm on the train to damnation...

Sorry to natter, but when I was a teenager I often wished I had a Gay Big Brother. Of course, I would have wanted to have sex with him, which complicates matters a bit.

Angus in COMM

Ah, gaydar. Well, I seem to have the ability to pick out the one straight guy in a room (so that I may fall madly in love with him), so I suppose by extension that means I have gaydar.

Angus in Natter

My gaydar is practically non-existent. I'm almost always surprised when I find out someone is gay. This turned out to be especially embarassing when I was coaching a women's soccer team. Turns out some of my players were lesbians. Go figure.

DXM in natter.

This Gaydar talk is comedy gold.

Allison in PPO

EEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I sort of blacked out there. I think my lower intesines made a lunge to try and throttle my brain stem so I wouldn't have to look at that anymore.

Dear god in heaven WHY.

This person isn't going to the Special Hell. Just to Hell. The boring one.

In Previously:

Am-Chau Yarkona: billytea, are you sure you aren't in fact David Attenbourgh? I'm starting to wonder.

billytea: Once played David Attenborough at a church family night, examining the mating habits of the church single. (Well, such habits as could be presented in a family show.) It was a lot of fun.

Am-Chau: So you ARE David Attenborough!

Edit: One thousand snarks and still going strong!

I hate to say it, but when I hear "The Arms of the Hobbits," the first things I imagine are some very short actual arms. And all the description of the base and plaque they're mounted on makes me think that there's a minion of Sauron somewhere who moonlights as a taxidermist.

Holli, in Natter.