Dropping the mic in Natter:

Strix: I have a question that I don't think that I could ask anywhere else but here. Ok, the phrase balls of steel, I've often translated it to ovaries of steel or gonads of steel, I've used adamantium or titanium. You get the gist.

However I, and other people, no longer possess or never had gonads so here's my quandary -- what phraseology can I use that is similar to that phrase which doesn't reference my no longer existent gonads?

I'm certainly not offended by my gonad-free existence. I certainly am NOT upset if someone references gonads, ovaries or balls of steel, whatever. It's just a curious thought that I cannot get out of my head. I can't come up with a really good answer.

msbelle-Rebecca: Vagina of Vibranium

In response to the beginning of the prior post, as an Audio Engineer, I feel compelled to share this public service annoucement:

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working my way through ita's thread (I have to take it small doses with a healthy side of wine) I found this post from way back in January that I have to immortalize...

Toddson - Jan 15, 2015

If life imitated art - as it should - ita's spirit would have passed into her laptop and then into the internet. I'd like to think of her whooshing through the tubes and pipes, maybe correcting some errant code. And taking joy in killing malware with her pinky.

That is, of course, what I was trying to make Death say had happened in Sang Sacre. Naturally He would not allow himself to be nailed down in that fashion.

From Boxed Set:

Steph: Oh, BLESS. The salmon ladder is back!

sj: Teppy, you just made me so sad that I'm currently watching the Republican debate.

billytea: I'm mildly disappointed that she wasn't talking about the Republican debate.

From Movies (no context needed).

-t : Ha! The turnips will affirm, I mean to see these movies!

Can I COMM a tweet? Because this thread is just kind of everything: [link]

Amy, in Natter:

I keep trying to put into words what this community means to me, and instead I keep getting this image of a woven quilt, in all of the colors ever, spread out around the world. We're both the quilt itself and sheltered underneath it.

Calli, taking the good with the bad, in the holiday thread.

Work aside, there are so many fascinating, scary, promising, worrisome, interesting things coming up. The whole election thing has me tired already, but I love the thought that Sanders is becoming such a prominent voice. I'm going to work on a visual perception course over the next month or so, and I can't wait to learn more about that. I'm looking forward to my niece's wedding in the spring, to reading more with fewer headaches now that I'm given in and gotten bifocals, to a new Star Wars movie, to a day trip for shopping and pirogies with my buds, to new books my favorite authors have scheduled over the next few months, and to so much more. But I'm also worried about rising xenophobia in the US, about climate change and (I hope I'm wrong) the unlikeliness of the Paris conference achieving anything, about gun violence, about the odds of my middle aged body developing major problems, and about my friends who are still dealing with cancer. It's a mix. I guess it can't all be fandom and Penzey's spice shop visits with the buds, but I'm hoping the good will outweigh the bad--for me and for all of you.

In Natter.

Steph L.

I will eat ALL OF THE POTATOES. A baked potato and giant salad are a fallback dinner 2-3 times a month. But if I let my potato love run free, I'd eat taters all the time.

Zenkitty

Steph and I will have Civil War: Potatoes because I want them all.

Steph L.

Put on the suit, let's go a few rounds.

Zenkitty

Everything special about you came out of a bottle! Or possibly a potato.

Steph L.

Sorry to do this, Tony, but potatoes are my friends.

Zenkitty

I was your friend! SOB We could've shared the potato!