In Movies:

ita: I got shushed in the theatre for talking after a preview. The man twisted around, and was pissed. "It's a blank screen!" I objected. "It's the whole experience," he said, defensively.

And then he got up to pee during the movie, so fuck the whole experience. I got it, he didn't.

Liese: Ha, I totally would have stage-whispered, "it's the whole experience" at him when he was leaving.

Polter-Cow: I get him, though. Sometimes your bladder won't let you experience the whole experience.

ita: Depends.

Made me LOL:

In Natter:

Liese S.:

I haven't been swimming yet this summer, much to my dismay, but when I do I do all backstroke because I am a wuss and don't know how to breathe. But I do weave like a mofo. (Do motherfuckers weave a lot in their swim lanes?)

"As they take the turn for the last 50 meters, Phelps in the lead with Oedipus closing fast. And Oedipus has gone completely out of his lane and collided with Phelps! A shocking development. I'm not sure how they'll rule this one."

tommyrot:

Poor Oedipus. He should have considered his competitive swimming career before blinding himself.

OMG, literate people make the best funnies.

Vortex (in Bitches):

As much as I pride myself on my strength, the Buffistas have been here to support me through good times and bad. And my mother.

Erin: Tep, I don't think it makes you a bad genderqueer ally and GF to want to wear the pretty, pretty dress, esp. if Tim is OK with you wearing it...in your hypothetical wedding, if it should so happen, if you both desire.

I think it's perfectly understandable (I'm not saying natural because wedding rituals are a societal construct, and there's nothing inherent about a woman wearing a dress or a man wearing pants).

Any type of marriage or joining ceremony is pretty much practice -- or should be, IMHO -- an exercise for married life, which is all about compromise and a shifting of give and take.

Oh, I'm stating this badly, and I'm pretty sure in spite of my protestations, I'm betraying a heteronormatove prejudice, even though I'm trying not to. It's hard! I have total sympathy for you.

Honestly, I've known you for a decade, and selfishly, I want you to have the pretty, pretty dress! And if you were genderqueer and a born-male, I would then want you to have the pretty dress, too.

So...there.

Um.

askye in Bitches:

But that's different, those Southerners were Good Noble God Fearing Bible Believing Family Loving People trying to Save Their Way of Life which the God Hating Commie Yankees were Trying to Take Away.

It's OKAY to try and Secede When You are GNGFBBFLP Because it SAYS SO in the Declaration of Independence!!!!!

(remarkable not because of untruthiness, but sadly because of the accuracy of reportage)

Javachik speaks the truth:

fucking iPhone. When I type shit, I mean "shit". Not shot.

In Natter, bon bon sets it up, Ginger knocks it down:

After more than a decade, haven't we porned ourselves out?

Have you met us?

Erin: I really don't care...they're boobs, they're pretty nice ones, and I'll never run for office.

In Bitches, Steph L: Our bed is so high that a box spring would require that we pole-vault into bed.

Connie Neil: And that would be a problem?

Steph L: I have a bad back, he has bad knees, and I am so clumsy (think Mr. Bean) that I would break my face on my first try. Plus the bedroom is too small to really get a running start.