Do you need context for this? No, you do not. In Natter:

Tom Scola: I used to be a Postmodern Lycanthopist, but I lost all interest after fully deconstructing what it means to be a wolf.

Next thread to be called "Hot Cocoa On My iPad", I tell you what.

In Bitches:

brenda

If I know any murderers I'm not aware of it.

ita !

Okay, nobody say anything to brenda, okay?

ita !(talking about Fiona) in Cable Drama

Does she own underwear?

Tom Scola

She probably had to use it to construct a weapon in prison.

billytea in Natter:

You're right about cilantro though. EXCEPT IT'S CALLED CORIANDER! SPEAK ENGLISH!!

From Natter:

SuziQ: Just cleaned the Lutherans out of the sink. I feel very accomplished.

billytea: I cleaned them off the benchtop. I shall call it "the Counter Reformation".

JZ is just...everything...in Movies, talking about Citizen Kane.

To be honest, I despise CK as a film, but I'd watch it again, just because JZ said so:

I still, every time, approach Kane like it's a spinach movie, because it's just so crusted over with cultural expectations of Serious and Important and Vital For Your Cinematic Education... and then it swoops in and leaves me breathless. It's like some boy everyone you know has been nagging you to meet because he's handsome and employed and dresses well and is nice to his mother, and by the time you actually meet him you've mostly written him off because no actual person can be that unfailingly great; he's got to be either terminally boring or a serial killer. But then when you do meet him, he's neither; he's just actually seriously that much of a catch, and more. If anything, all the people who practically turned you off from him forever underplayed the totality of his multilayered awesomeness.

Except, sadly, that boy never really exists as a boy. Fortunately, he does as a movie, and that movie is Citizen Kane. It's a catch, a keeper, the one you bring home to meet the parents and then grow old with.

But Touch of Evil is still the movie that throws pennies at your window at two in the morning, and you sneak down the trellis and duck down an alleyway so it can do dirty, dirty things to you, and you're almost ashamed of how good it feels.

In Bitches.

ita_!:

Speaking of machete, apparently my sister is not buying me one in Belize. I have told her this clearly indicates a lack of love.

No reply to email.

Connie Neil speaks truth in Bitches:

Buffista Therapy Room: come in with the pieces of your psyche in your hand, leave with them glued together in new, unexpected, but surprisingly pleasing configurations.

edit: Possibly with added pinwheels and sparklers for effect.

In Natter:

Ginger - I'm writing a piece about an organization run by a Nancy Yancey

aurelia - Nancy Ann C. Yancey? If she waltzes at a formal ball she's fancy, dancey Nancy Ann C. Yancey! A friend and I came up with dozens of these one summer. I can't even begin to remember them all. They're more fun spoken out loud.

Scrappy - If she does it in a horse costume, she could be fancy dancy prancy Nancy Ann C. Yancy.

billytea - Dancing with her partner (in their own horse costume), she could be fancy dancy prancy romancy Nancy Ann C. Yancy.

Polter-Cow - If her first two plans fail, we will move on to fancy dancy prancy romancy Nancy Ann C. Yancy's Plan C.

billytea - Because "No, wait, this time it'll work!" is just what you want to hear from someone dancing around in a horse costume.

Zen, in Bitches, on the Abyss:

The howling, the wailing, the terrible hungry gaze... oh, wait, no, that's just the cat.