Gudanov in Natter:

Man, 2017 is not off to a good start. We've lost John Hurt, Mary Tyler Moore, and Democracy.

billytea: And yet, we still pretend the only way to remove Trump is through impeachment.

Windsparrow: I don't think getting rid of Trump via Mpreg is as practical as you might think. I mean, yeah, total head asplodey for him, not to mention all the mysogyny he'd be subjected to for taking on a woman's role, but how do you get close enough to do the job?

I strongly believe Calli's comment that ignited this exchange is important here.

It always seemed perfectly natural to me. Of course, nature's not always particularly pleasant. Getting eaten by a bear--perfectly natural. Having a tree fall on you in the forest, pinning you down while you die of thirst--well within nature's scope. Shoving a mostly formed human out of a relatively small orifice--natural as anything.

Steph L. in Bitches:

I cannot begin to re-emphasize how goddamn much I thought therapy was going to be like going to archery at Camp Butterworth but actually turned out to be the fucking Hunger Games. Or, like, you think you're going to rearrange the living room, so you move the couch, and then there's a hellmouth under the couch. And the hellmouth is made out of your goddamn parents.

Also Steph, in Natter:

I actually think the treatment for rheumatoid arthritis under Trumpcare is a pamphlet titled "Only Losers Get Rheumatoid Arthritis! Sad!" And then the pamphlet gives you a paper cut.

In Natter, taking it to the logical conclusion:

billytea: Ultimately for the embodiment of a hate-filled obsession with racial purity in Doctor Who, you really can't go past the Daleks. The original and best.

Jessica: And if the logical end to this reasoning is stuffing Steve Bannon into a trashcan and hot-glueing a toilet plunger to his face, who could object?

billytea: My only objection would be that I'd really want to hot-glue the business end of the toilet plunger to his face, and speaking as a purist that's not quite an accurate representation.

-t, in Natter:

The 5 stages of cheesy meatloaf:

Bewilderment

Curiosity

Excitement

Gluttony

Satiety

Connie Neil

Heard at the store, two young women chatting back and forth.

Girl 1: We need to name our baby.

Girl 2: We're going to feed him to our children, don't name him.

I paused to contemplate the boxed cereals to listen for clarification. They were giggling too hard for clarity, but I heard something about a lizard, so perhaps the baby was a grasshopper. Or the lizard was the baby, and there are large snakes involved.

sumi

Connie - that sounds like the sort of conversation Drusilla might have.

Matt the Bruins Fan

Raise two, the rest are food?

In Literary:

Steph L.

Tim stole my library copy of the graphic novel of A Wrinkle in Time and is reading it (he never read the book, even as a kid). I'm so proud.

Heh. He just yelled "TESSERACT!" from the other room. That was a little unnerving.

Jessica

Should you go check to make sure he's still there?

Katerina Bee in Bitches:

Why not say you are terribly sorry, but due to the Great Pants Crisis of 2017, the calendar has become fracked and is no longer cromulent.

Context shmontext.