Typo Boy: It strikes me that when the right goes nuts it never quite reaches the degree of inspired lunacy that use to afflict the far left. An actual quote:

My name is Gandalf the Violet. I shall speak in a strictly personal capacity. As such, I speak in the name of the Elves of Fangorn Forest, the Coloured Nuclei of Red Laughter, the Absent Phantom Political Movement, the Dada-Hedonist Cells, Worker’s Joy and Student Rejoicing, the Schizophrenic International, the Disturbed Clandestine Nuclei, the Chicory Tribe, the Cimbles and all the Metropolitan Indians..

tommyrot: God, how many times do I have to tell Gandalf the Violet - he doesn't speak for my Dada-Hedonist Cell....

In Bitches--

Vortex: Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes. Had a great dinner with friends last night, and went out to dinner with the family. Dinner included my mother having a few too many and telling us that she and my dad had sex every day. AAAAAHHHHHH! Scarred for life!!! (I mean, knowing my dad, I'm not surprised, but I didn't need to KNOW)

ChiKat: Happy birthday, darlin'!! For your birthday wish, I grant you a short memory wipe. That unfortunate tidbit is now gone from your mind forever! Poof!

DavidS: ::high fives Vortex's Dad on the astral plane::

In Bitches, wrt lamenting about love (or lack there of)

Raq: Yeah, you're really missing out on the other person's random mood swings, bizarre demands, strange sleeping habits, strange eating habits, fights about money...and that's just in a healthy relationship.

Of course, you're also missing out on the potential for daily sex, but that might just be Vortex's parents.

NoiseDesign: I don't want to have daily sex with Vortex's parents. IJS.

Trudy Booth: I get a lot of that from the roommates and don't get to have sex with either one of them.

In Bitches, further considerations on love

omnis audis: I'm thinking an ad in Craigslist to start the Elenor Rigby Society or something. If we get all the lonely people together, might have a better chance of them not being so lonely.

tommyrot: Yeah. Or else maybe we'd end up with all the lonely people in one big room, with everyone saying, "God, the rest of you all suck."

Trudy Booth: At least we'd finally find out where the hell they all come from.

Gud, in Natter:

I have do idea who Lady Gaga is but I say that she and Tino can both go to hell dammit!

Jessica on the joys of "fine" dining:

It was like being served by Rachel Ray on speed.

erikaj, in Bitches:

It's like Proust, but disgusting.

Tom Scola and tommyrot discuss Disney movies:

Tom Scola: because Fantasia was kind of a box-office bomb.

tommyrot: That's their fault for releasing it before LSD was invented.

In Literary, truer words have never been spoken:

Beth: Twitter is not a book.

For posterity. In Bureaucracy, NoiseDesign puts forth a bold proposal:

This is where proposals go, so I'd like to make one that's been a long time coming, and to be honest, a bit overdue.

Since we met here and it's been a focal point for both of us and the source of so many of our friendships I'd like to make a proposal.

Kristin, will you marry me?

(If I don't get enough seconds on this there will be hell to pay)

There are, indeed a large number of seconds, but to cut to the chase, Kristin replies in Lightbulbs:

Holy shit!

Um.

I mean. Yes yes yes!

I'll leave it to someone else to capture the highlights of the w&p.