You know, it's funny. We went to war never looking to come back, but it's the real world I couldn't survive.

Tracy ,'The Message'


Coffee On My Monitor Again

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aurelia - Apr 20, 2010 11:55:31 am PDT #423 of 1328
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

Discussing the added costs of flying in Natter...

Frankenbuddha: Isn't travelling without any bags now considered suspicious behavior?

Vortex: So, now there's a new game -- terrorist or cheapskate?

Steph L.: Man, I miss gay or Eurotrash.


Calli - Apr 21, 2010 10:33:43 am PDT #424 of 1328
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

In Natter, helping new parents deal with sleeping issues the way only buffistas can:

Amy: have a martini

amych: To be safe, have a shot of clear liquor, possibly with some sort of vermouth in some proportion, possibly with a garnish. Unless definitional discussions help you get through the sleepless nights, in which case have a martini.


Amy - Apr 27, 2010 3:11:24 pm PDT #425 of 1328
Because books.

Aims in Bitches, in response to askye's "THE GOVERNMENT IS TOO BIG":

Yes, but it's small enough to fit in my cooch, apparently.

Not funny, really, and yet.


billytea - Apr 27, 2010 4:35:29 pm PDT #426 of 1328
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Steph L. in Natter:

Yeah, when I think about it, I'm not exactly beaming with pride that my mother tongue can claim "ginormous."


WindSparrow - May 03, 2010 7:47:11 am PDT #427 of 1328
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.

Gudanov, in Bitches, on how to deal with noisy neighbors:

Nothing is more intimidating than a live performance of the 1812 Overture, though the direction in which the canons are pointing is an important variable.


Jessica - May 03, 2010 8:37:06 am PDT #428 of 1328
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?

erika on AZ's anti-cloning law:

AZ; Suddenly, that cloning law makes more sense...they know what can happen. They already made a governor out of a horse's ass.


amych - May 06, 2010 5:41:07 pm PDT #429 of 1328
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Modern dating, as explained in Natter:

-t: Dude, your phone is totally trying to cockblock you. That ain't right.

tommyrot: Suddenly I understand why they call it "Virgin Mobile."


Beverly - May 07, 2010 8:32:29 pm PDT #430 of 1328
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Come the zombie apocalypse? I'm sticking with Zenkitty. From Natter:

I'm holing up, not fighting back.

This is why I have post-zombie-apocalypse dibs on the local Super Wal-Mart. All your post-apocalyptic survival needs in one place! Plastic-wrapped water and food that will never rot? Check. Guns, ammo, and large knives? Check. Medicine? Got it. Fire pits for burning the remains of the unfortunate dead? Got 'em. The ingredients for crude homemade bombs? Right here! Condoms? Got 'em. (The movies have taught us that, post-apocalypse, there will be at least one sexy horny motherfucker walking around half-naked looking for something, which I'll have because I'm in Wal-Mart.) And at some point, probably very soon and for the rest of our short brutal lives, we'll need alcohol, and we'll have it! Because being as this is the South, alcohol and guns are both sold in your friendly local Super Wal-Mart! Zombies? Bring it. Clean-up on Aisle Three, motherfucker!


§ ita § - May 07, 2010 8:34:54 pm PDT #431 of 1328
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Mmm. I don't have a flamethrower either.

Or licensed guns.


beekaytee - May 08, 2010 4:28:53 pm PDT #432 of 1328
Compassionately intolerant

Windsparrow is QUICK:

billytea: It's Mother's Day here now. Ryan celebrated by throwing up his morning milk feed all over his face, hair and outfit. While having a stinky nappy changed. Wallybee is off having a thoroughly deserved foot massage, and I'm on Ralph Watch.

WindSparrow: Happy Mother's Day wishes to Wallybee. Listen, Ryan, I don't want to be harsh or anything, but I think we need to work on your ideas for homemade gifts.