From late-night Natter:

shrift: There are 20 or 30 completely overdressed hipster teens in the alley behind my building. They seem to be congregating there aimlessly, and have given me dirty looks for standing on my back porch to smoke because I'm, like, some stupid bitch who might call the cops. I'm almost tempted to call the cops because I'm concerned they don't understand that they're completely overdressed and in Uptown. Kids these days.

However, 30 Hipsters in the Alley could make an excellent band name.

DavidS: How about: 30 Hipsters I Hosed Down In The Alley?

shrift: Now we're getting into song title territory. How about: If I Were Sufjan Stevens' Evil Twin, I Would Still Have the Longest Song Titles in History, But They Would Include More Die Die Hipsters Die in That Alley in Uptown Chicago Where History Hasn't Been Made Since the Jazz Age And Thus Your Fedora Is Ironic, or, 'Oh Look, Turtles!'

msbelle: Jesse - were you looking at cables at like a BestBuy? I feel like their cables are always like "gold-plated" or "80-ft long with nuclear bomb resistant coating" and a minimum of $45 each.

Steph, tickling me in Bitches:

We have 4 very hairy pets in a 900-square-foot house. It's like living inside a vacuum cleaner bag.

Because it made me laugh and laugh, bon bon, on seeing the new Twilight movie:

there was an audible sound of one girl hitting puberty when Tyler Lautner took off his shirt for the first time -- like a strangled shriek.

Best example of Buffista love I've seen in a long while. Ha!

In Bitches:

Javachik: I also have a ridiculously quick onset cold and my boyfriend is 3,000 miles away and my ex housemate's car's clutch is out so am feeling very alone. And of course, little baby panicking about "who will drive me to the hospital tonight when I slip into a coma??!"

beth b: Oh Just call us when you feel yourself slipping into a coma. Just warn me so I stop drinking rum and can drive.

Hee. You can tell where I am in catching up on Natter, but here's Jesse making me giggle:

I had no idea Overstock.com had a sex department! I guess it is all about the O....

Trudy in Natter:

I'd be the circa 1960 Brigite Bardot of the Blue Footed Boobie world.

Jessica, in Bitches, with the asterisk:

*Please note that breaking up by semaphore does require both parties to be able to decode semaphore signals, and therefore may be not be ideal unless you are breaking up at sea in the 19th century.

Zenkitty: Once bitten, twice shy. Five times bitten, just fuck it all.

More epic awwwwwwwwwwww than spit-take

beth b: I love my Dh , we have fun , we like hanging out together, he is great for my brain, but the bonus is that he can, will, and has dealt with me at some truly less than pleasant physical moments.

Matt H: And you've done the same for me. It's what makes it work - the whole 'in good times and bad' thing.

Plus, the cuteness thing doesn't go away when you're sick. IJS.