'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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I snort-laughed at this.
Ginger: My only claustrophobia involves too many people in a small space. If they did MRIs on several people at one time, I'd be in trouble.
In Tech:
Liese S.: Sooo...I feel weird about Yahoo buying Astrid.
le nubian: Right? She was so good on Fringe too.
Matt the Bruins Fan in the Buffy Angel thread - this made me laugh and laugh:
Life intruded and kept me from continuing my Angel recaps ages ago when the show was airing, but watching "Origin" on VHS tonight reminded me that I did note down a brief idea for the hypothetical recap that I could share.
WESLEY: We’re more than just our memories.
SHUB-TWIGGURATH: Changes to Fred’s memories changed who she was.
WESLEY: Wait, you’re saying someone tampered with Fred’s mind?
SHUB-TWIGGURATH: A part of her had just been ripped; the pages from her mind were stripped.
WESLEY: My blood runs cold; my memory has just been sold! My—
ANGEL: I’m not sure I like where this conversation is headed.
Pondering the oddities of purported aphrodisiacs in Bitches:
erin_obscure: Clearly my non-vanilla trends are still in the baking aisle.
In Natter, Sophia Brooks posits that a particular resource would not care to disseminate a bad cite:
You should tell Bartleby's! I am sure they would prefer not to!
In Bitches, smonster:
Nope, it really can't wait, Maria. I've got donations to sort, auction sheets to type up, a parasol to finish painting, and Guilder to frame for it.
In Bitches, sj (and G) pitches, flea knocks it out of the park:
sj -
Gronk. H called at 5:30 to ask me to babysit. Luckily she offered to bring G to me....
G just told me that dinosaurs lived in the 1950s.
flea -
Oh, he's met amych's in-laws?
Sophia: You know, I feel like Anthony Weiner would have an easier time overcoming tweets of his penis if his name was not a juvenile slang term for penis.
Sophia: You know, I feel like Anthony Weiner would have an easier time overcoming tweets of his penis if his name was not a juvenile slang term for penis.
Jesse: You can say that again!
(Note: I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have laughed so hard at Jesse's line if Sophia hadn't already primed me to act like I'm 12.)
>Seriously, Charles
ita !: I swear (uh, for context, they seem to think I'm Charles Maurice de Tallyrand Pergod because they have never heard of email sigs).
Polter-Cow:
they seem to think I'm Charles Maurice de Tallyrand Pergod
You might be; I've never met you.
ita !: To be fair, some people call me Maurice.
Jesse: I call you the gangster of love.
EpicTangent: I've met you once, Space Cowboy is definitely the impression I got.
brenda m: That's Charles Maurice de Tallyrand Pergod ! people, please.