Jesse in Natter:

there's a woman I was friendly with in my father's nursing home who would be able to have a nice conversation a lot of the time, but sometimes would just yell, "this is bullshit!" for a while, and she was generally right and I expect to be her someday.

Dana in Spike's Bitches:

Family: the gift that keeps on giving. Giving you rage.

Jilli VoiceOfReason: Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between cats and murderers.

-t: But if I can believe it's the cats I can get murdered peacefully without worrying about it.

Zenkitty in Natter:

Laura, sports in miserable weather is on my list of No Not Ever. It's like a bucket list, but upside down.

Windsparrow and her tagline:

Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

in Goodbye and Good Riddance 2017:

I have posted this before in other places, but it's kind of my manifesto now for navigating life in these oh, so interesting times. There have been many ugly things that happened, many heartbreaking events, so very many ways the bastards try to get us down. But also, the world keeps turning. There are cute animals. There are adorable children. There are good things that do happen. There are amazing people fighting the bastards. So anyway:

I say we celebrate.

We celebrate every joyful moment that we can bear to. We celebrate each other. We celebrate victories minuscule and galactic. We celebrate our own worth and we celebrate the worth of every member of the human race.

We celebrate the effort that somehow came to naught, and we celebrate the moments when everything simply comes together in a constellation of perfection and there is victory. We celebrate, because to give in to despair will leave us no strength to fight. We celebrate in grey dresses and monotone voices. We celebrate in jewel tones and arias.

We will celebrate because this might be the Apocalypse and we have learned from Buffy that when we've done fighting this one, there will be another. We will celebrate because this might be Ragnaroc or it might be Armageddon but we will not go down without a fight.

We will celebrate because joy only lives intermingled with grief.

We will celebrate because every breath is a giant "Fuck you!" to the mundanity of evil.

Connie in Natter:

I was sitting in a cushy chair in the concourse, contemplating the crowds and the walk back to my car, when the helpfully weird part of my mind said, "We're deep behind enemy lines, but they haven't spotted us yet. Try to blend in, use the terrain, head for the LZ where your evac's waiting."

-t in Natter:

Kerfuffeletta: Muffaletta, hold the olive salad, add cilantro. Guac on the side.

Rick in Bitches:

I remember the day the crib walls came down in our house. One of our twins had learned to climb out, so we would come in their room in the morning and find him sitting on the floor in the midst of a large pile of books, and his brother, still in the crib, also sitting in a large pile of books that had been pushed through the slats for him by the climber.

We knew it was time to convert the cribs, but we also saw ourselves in these boys who had conjured up their parents idea of heaven (a pile of books with nothing to do but read) as the first reward for learning to escape.

In Natter:

-t Ha! I found AA batteries and got the menorah lit again. It was bumming me out sitting there all dark.

amych This is not how I learned that story...

Jessica ....and the Maccabees rejoiced to discover that the off-brand AA batteries they found in the back of the junk drawer powered the menorah for 8 days, giving Judah the time he needed to drive over to CVS and buy a replacement AC adapter...

Dana in Natter, even better without context:

I went outside. It was terrible. Not recommended.