Dana: ...Also, the Saints are in the Super Bowl.

Polter-Cow: I believe you mean The Big Game.

Aims: Dana, I'm going to have to ask you to not use the name Saints becuse it belongs to the NFL.

Dana: You can't see me, but I'm thinking of a fleur-de-lis right now.

tommyrot: I'm going to have to ask you to not use the name Saints becuse it belongs to the NFL.

You shouldn't used "NFL" either. Or football. Just say, "That league of that one sport."

Jesse: You mean the NFL(TM)(R)(C), right?

tommyrot: Yes.

Aims:

You can't see me, but I'm thinking of a fleur-de-lis right now.

You are angering the country where they speak the language of love. And make cheese.

megan walker: And surrender. Don't forget the surrendering.

Aims: Or the wine.

Polter-Cow:

Just say, "That league of that one sport."

Justice is not a sport, tommyrot.

In Natter...

Liese S.: My phone's ringtone is a ring. Like ones telephones make. Because it's a phone. And it's ringing. All I want to know is that someone is calling me. I don't want to suddenly be treated to a rendition of any music. I just want to be notified, so I can pick up the phone and say, "Hello?" in an irritated voice.

Microfiber can do anything, in Natter:

DavidS: Wow, if Gene Roddenberry knew about microfiber cloths we'd never have to hear about reversing the polarity and tachyon fields for his technobabble plot solutions.

"Captain! We can't do Warp 43!" "Wrap the dilithium crystal in microfiber cloth and punch it!"

Tom Scola: They make you say "WOW!" every time!

DavidS: Funny, you don't look wow-ish.

ita: Can you wrap reality in microfiber and punch it too?

Ginger: I live alone. I own two hammers and sometimes can't find either.

Scola: I assumed it would go in a more Harriet Beecher Stowe direction.

Jessica: That would be unusually high-brow for urbandictionary.com.

ita: On urbanedictionary.com, maybe.

Once again, our Laura is the biggest optimist I know - cracking wise in the middle of upsettedness:

Laura: I watch House. No good could come from that.

erika in Bitches:

This is going to sound unFriendly because I'm touched by the response, but please nobody else Friend me on Facebook till I figure out how it'll let me on. Thanks

ita: tommy, you read a site called guyism.com?

tommyrot: I forgot how I ended up there.

billytea: That's where most of their traffic comes from, people trying to navigate the internet and refusing to ask for directions.

Erin, in Bitches, speaks for many:

What? Bitter? No, it's just th...FUCK YEAH I'M BITTER. This winter makes me wonder how more people in Scandanavian countries don't go absolutefiskly batshit and just start randomly battering things people with shoes and poles and moles and frozen otters and such. I finally fucking GET Vikings. I mean, I GET them. PILLAGE PILLAGE ARGH CABIN FEVER STUPID COLD PILLAGE BURN A MONASTERY IT'S FIRE!)

OVER. WINTER. NOW.

A hearty exchange of seasonal comments in Bitches--

Sean:HOLY MOTHER OF CRAP, I HAD FORGOTTEN WHAT REAL COLD IS LIKE.

Sorry for the asscaps.

Erin: here, have some more, Sean. We have plenty.

(What? Bitter? No, it's just th...FUCK YEAH I'M BITTER. This winter makes me wonder how more people in Scandanavian countries don't go absolutefiskly batshit and just start randomly battering things people with shoes and poles and moles and frozen otters and such. I finally fucking GET Vikings. I mean, I GET them. PILLAGE PILLAGE ARGH CABIN FEVER STUPID COLD PILLAGE BURN A MONASTERY IT'S FIRE!)

OVER. WINTER. NOW.

(and the following post)

AND I'M NOT SORRY FOR ASSCAPS.

I PILLAGE UR MONITORS!

Zenkitty with the followup:

Why is it cold in here, I wondered. Then I realized I'd opened a window and forgotten to close it. Duh. It's freezing out there, idiot. Leo the cat is sitting in the window, pining for freedom. He does not realize freedom comes with cold feet.

Also, What Erin Said.

Enough with the winter and the snow and the cold and the despair, already!