(Context: Natter)

Steph: Here's an accusation about my editing from an author that I haven't heard before: it's a tiny (2-page) commentary on a big research article, and the author is part of the Department of Defense (the big research article used active military members for their study, so the DoD is involved).

The author of the article said that I made "an unprecedented amount" of changes to her commentary, and it would require a week of new review by the DoD because -- I swear she said this -- "the changes could be damaging to the Department of Defense."

GUYS. YOU GUYS. I think I know how to take down the Trump administration. I'll sneak in through the DoD with my wily editing skillz! (Seriously. My editing to her tiny commentary could be *damaging* to the DoD??? If that's true, our country's military is is grave danger.)

Jessica: Wait Teppy are you saying the key to undoing the damage caused by the 2016 election is...correct punctuation and properly formatted citations? HOLY SHIT BUFFISTAS THIS IS WHAT WE'VE BEEN TRAINING FOR

Steph: I am dizzy with the power. DIZZY AND READY TO UNLEASH SEMICOLONS UPON THE WHITE HOUSE

Toddson: Are we weaponizing the gerunds?

bitches on food:

Hil: I can understand not knowing kombucha, but she doesn't know what sauerkraut is?

Jessica: It's like face-blindness, but for fermentation.

Teppy, in Natter:

Join my club. It's called "Jesus Christ, Parental Unit, Why Just WHY WHY WHY Would You Do That?" Our meetings have snacks. The snacks are Ativan.

Beverly, in Natter:

H and I allowed ourselves to lapse into conversation about the present administration and the malignant preschooler figurehead. After complaining vociferously about how angry I am all the time, I speculated on how much I want footage of him, arms and legs wrapped around his gold toilet on Inauguration Day as the men in white approach with hypos and tasers--"Nonono! I don't have to go! This is mine all mine, you can't make me NOOOO!" I want him hauled out the front door in a straightjacket and a muzzle and loaded into a black van, and never to be seen or heard from again. "I want his memory erased from history, I want his administration removed from the history books, I want his utter existence struck through--"

H intoned, kindly, "You wanna sharpie?"

Regarding the sharpie comment, future readers might appreciate being reminded that this was the week of the pRresidential Sharpie Deployment, with many parodies abounding.

From Natter:

Jessica: Uh-oh, I think Gud fell into the Timecube.

Steph L. : Awww, I miss Timecube.

-t : Let's do the Timecube again....

From Natter.

Jesse: I remembered you sleeping with me, but couldn't remember why!

Sophia Brooks: Is this the Buffistas motto?

Dana: (title of your sex tape)

Kalshane in Streaming:

At this point it feels like "bad wigs" are an essential component of genre properties alongside techobabble and daddy issues.

Jesse - I just had a few people over, which was delightful, but I definitely had enough food to feed an army. I guess I'll be eating hummus for dinner for the next week.

-t - Think of it as being ready to attack the Mayor, Jesse

Sophia Brooks:  But maybe I need a food source beyond Bullion dudes if I run out of my weekly grocery thing.
DavidS:  Most fun typo all week. Just add water!
Jessica:  To prepare Bullion Dudes, simply dissolve in Billionaire's Tears.