Ginger, in Natter:

Nothing says "dinner's ready" quite like the smell of melted tupperware.

Makes me laugh 'cause ... well, it's happened.

Consuela, in Natter:

But behavior I find off-putting in a tortoise is really unacceptable in any kind of public figure.

Matt the bruins fan and ita_! in Natter:

Matt the Bruins fan -

I was encouraging one of my supervisors (whom I'd have invited to become a buffista long ago if not for the fact that this is where I come to vent about work) to borrow my Teen Wolf DVDs based on his love of Buffy. And then walked alone a quarter mile through a winding forest road in the pitch dark to get to my car, and only realized mid-walk that I was doing exactly what I've called Scott McCall out on as a dumbass for doing at the start of said series. Thankfully the only wild creatures that bit me were mosquitos, but as I was shuffling along by the dim light of my cellphone I was imagining "...and that was the last anyone ever saw of him!" as my epitaph.

ita ! - "he was a nice guy, but more importantly, too well-steeped in pop culture to wander off through the woods after a bittersweet party. That took us all by surprise. You think you know a guy, and then...boom! You find he has habits you couldn't even dream of sharing.

"But we would have listened--we just didn't hear what he was so desperately screaming. At least he didn't take that new guy (virgin) he'd developed a crush on. Small mercy, given the tragedy, but it's all we have to hold onto right now."

Rick in Natter:

My parents had four kids, and I know they were disappointed to find themselves reaching old-age without any grandchildren, even though they were careful to hide it. When I called my father at age 86 to tell him he had twin grandsons on the way his response was "You're cutting it kind of close, aren't you?"

In Natter, I actually snorted:

Zenkitty: I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain.

billytea: IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS NAME THE DAMN HORSE

In Natter:

ita_!

So turns out, apparently, no-incest boy is/has been/was an epic troll on a few of the Gawker sites, and now he's crediting me with a large part of his turnaround. I want zero credit for that, because when he turns back to the dark side, also zero responsibility.

Jesse -

Too late! Now you own him.

Steph L.

Give him a sock.

Oh, but there's more...

Zenkitty: I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain

billytea: IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS NAME THE DAMN HORSE

Connie Neil: The horse transcends names.

billytea: You rode through the desert on Prince?

Connie Neil: I'm sure it's not the oddest thing to ride on Prince.

billytea: Yeah, but it's a little odd to take three days. For that you really need to ride through the desert on Sting.

Zenkitty: At last, we've named the horse.

ita: So turns out, apparently, no-incest boy is/has been/was an epic troll on a few of the Gawker sites, and now he's crediting me with a large part of his turnaround. I want zero credit for that, because when he turns back to the dark side, also zero responsibility.

Jesse: Too late! Now you own him.

Steph L.: Give him a sock.

Steph L.: I didn't realize that if pie crust dough warms up, it turns into a jerk.

Matt the Bruins: Why would a haircut be cause to cry?

Shrift: Oh, you sweet, innocent lamb.