In Bitches, on the topic of small children's bad dreams, Trudy Booth sets it up:

I guess that's how the sleeping brain expresses anxiety before you've gone to High School.

Miracleman knocks it down:

...and after you've gone, the anxiety is expressed as...bad poetry and poor fashion decisions.

Cass, discovering that the cilantro hate starts early:

Was grabbing a quick dinner tonight with P and the no-longer-baby-because-she's-nearly-three and she was happily nom nom nomming guacamole until her face just had a look of betrayal and she stuck out her tongue. With a piece of cilantro on it. It was like 1 out of ten Buffista arguments, right there. She, it seems, is nay on cilantro. I did not ask if it tasted like soap because ... well, because not laughing was the most I could really manage apart from taking the icky cilantro away.

Aims, in Bitches:

If people are going to insist on using troll logic, then I demand they start wearing spiky hair, dyed green or red, and have a large rhinestone in their belly for people to rub for luck. You gonna use the logic, look like a freaking troll

Kristen in b'crazy, because truthiness.

Awesome. The Fiery Thread of Death will live 4EVAH!

ETA: It's been a sucktastic month. I will take my victories where I can.

In Bitches

Laga:

Why can't sweet sensible people end up with other sweet sensible people and the psychos date each other?

Miracleman:

Hey, it can happen. Aims and I ended up together...

...and somewhere out there, there are two sweet sensible people who may have found each other as well.

Aims:

Hey!!

Miracleman:

Tell me I'm wrong. I dare you.

Aims:

You're wrong.

Miracleman:

Okay, now mean it.

C'mon, we've always said it's a good thing we found each other because nobody else was as uniquely suited to put up with each others' crap as we are.

He reads comics and collects toys; she reads and writes Harry Potter fic. Together, they fight crime! Very specifically weird crime.

connie neil:

Hubby and I say we married each other to spare two innocent souls the grief of living with us.

Jilli, Voice of Reason:

Every now and then, single male friends of mine will lament that they can't find nice, sane goth girls. "Like you, Jilli!" I then laugh and laugh at them, and explain that no, I'm not sane. It's just that Pete and I are well matched in crazycakes.

In Gaming:

Laga:

You know how the wii fit says that while working out you should visualize your ideal body?

Raq:

I have no problem with this - I visualize Jared Padalecki.

In Bitches:

Tommyrot:

In the Onion book Our Dumb Century, there's a fake ad for some patent medicine that has a big list of all the old-time-y diseases and conditions that it cures - stuff like TB and consumption, and what-not. But my fave thing it cures is "the screaming shits."

Beverly:

I think I've had those.

I just came across this gem of Buffista parenting way back in Natter and had to COMM(A) it:

Gudanov: I found out my daughter's class is covering forces and gravity. I was trying to tell how gravity is really cool and is the warping of time and space. I also tried telling how time slows down for observers in higher gravity. She seemed really unimpressed by all this. I did tell her to stick with the class answer of 'force that attracts objects to each other' rather than 'warping of space-time' on any tests.

In Bitches:

erikaj: But I'm part Irish-American with a tortured soul and a psycho family

Shir: Oh, I'm just Jewish. I guess that's pretty much wraps it up the same.

In Natter:

Aims

Overheard at work:

"Oh come on. It's pretty easy to tell if something is shit or coffee."

tommyrot

Um... are those metaphors? ... I mean, I hope the person is not talking about some new business that serves both coffee and hot shit in a cup....

Gudanov

A crappuccino.

megan walker

I guess everything really does sound better in Italian.