"What kind of message does that send? 'Feared by jellyfish in myriad dimensions?' It doesn't inspire terror to me." -- Kiki on The Destroyer, Angel
"Ooo, Daniel's now an interdimensional jellyfish. Does that mean he's scared of the Destroyer?" -- Perri on Stargate, about a week later
"Jack has been omnipresent in my brain the last day or so as I deal with my parents... As have the screams of the million dying molds who ask their goddess, She Who Spills Soy Sauce, "Why! Why have you forsaken us!?" as I spray Fantastik in the fridge..." -- Kiki (brain cells obviously fried from moving)
"My department head just came out of his office wailing like a five-year-old. 'I don't wanna grade any more exams!!!'" -- Kiki
"Monday? Why is the rum gone?"
"The rum is gone because we partied all weekend and now the Royal Navy has to come and rescue us from our humdrum lives."
"Oh. What happens if some pirates kidnap us first?"
"It depends on the pirates. If it's a ship run by Captain Jack Sparrow, we can join the crew. If it's a ship run by Captain Barbossa, we immediately form a devious plan to take over the ship by finding a way to contact Captain Jack Sparrow. Or possibly by drinking all the rum. We're Horsechicks. We'll figure it out." -- Lizbet and Tina
"suitcase? Check.
blanket? Check.
wallet? Check.
500 pens? Check.
nagging sense that I'm forgetting something? Check." -- Celli
"I never thought I'd see fic so bad it violated the Geneva convention." -- BK the Irregular
"It's like a encyclopedia threw up and then Ken and Barbie had sex." -- Dianne on "Shelters of Stone" [Jean M. Auel]
"'The Lily Maid, locked up tight in the tower. But she's not a maid at all. Embroidery is terribly tedious. She ought to find Lancelot and teach him to play her nasty games.' *looks around* What? That made perfect sense. Really."
"Wow. We had a Random Dru Visitation (tm)."
"In the middle of working on SG-1 fic. Freaked the shit out of Martouf, lemme tell ya..."
"Give him another strawberry daquiri. That'll calm him down."
"So now we're drugging our fic-tims?" -- Valerie and Lizbet, with Tina chiming in towards the end
"But, being in the fishbowl, I was *appalled* at the tone of their story on the matter. < reading last paragraph > Crap crap *crap*. Just shave my head and call me Lex. < whimper > Peeeeeerriiiiiii! Make him go stooooooop!"
"*fall off my chair laughing* < wheeeeze > Oh, man. Oh, *dude*. It's a perfect marriage of minds. I haven't seen you this possessed since Ancient Beer Boy started telling you about Robyne Hode."
"It's not *fair*! One Methos was bad enough! I didn't need another crafty, manipulative, devious, cunning bastard tromping around my fic house with his boots on like he owns the place. And they won't even fight over space: Lex claims the bed, Methos prefers the couch. Methos has his beer stash, Lex sets up a wine cellar in the basement. I'm doomed." -- Cath and Chris (and it's *still* not my fault!)
"I'd like to thank the little people (< *ow!* > < glares at shin-kicking @-let >)... and mostly my HC buds, without whom all this sick insanity might have remained safely locked away in my little brain, where it would neither corrupt the young and innocent, nor cause sudden debilitating laughing spells amonsgt the already-quite-corrupt... < g >" -- Dianne
"Hello, copier. So we meet again." -- How You Know the Office Equipment is Winning [Jeanne DeVore]
"< snerk > < giggle > Perri? Existential angst? Hah! Focused frustration tinged with anger, maybe, but existential angst? Nah. :P" -- Tina
"If I'm going to Hell, it's going to be for something more interesting than Tarot cards. That's all there is to it." -- Kiki
"See, it's filmed in black and white so you know it's not actually tacky." -- Lianna on Red Shoes
"Goddess help us."
"She's too busy laughing at us..." -- Kiki and Tina
"Will you be sorry then?"
"I'm *always* sorry then." -- Tina & Kiki
"I find it really difficult to accept any special book of records from history that's been kept secret."
"But you should be able to *sense* it's truth... if you're a REAL Witch."
"The Emperor's New Book of Shadows?" -- Tina and Lizbet going off on Wicca poseurs
"I like my time classical and linear, thank you, even if a bit frayed into multi-dimensional choices... Although I admit to enjoying a good paradox, I don't when I care about the consequences, you know? I break out in hives of anxiety because this is the kind of thing that seems to cancel out free will, and I want to trash a saloon just to prove I still can. " -- Kiki
"Heheheheee. Mercy? Whatever for? We're not screaming 'kneel to your god!' I think that qualifies as mercy." -- Kiki
"While I'd sympathize with someone who was alienated, oversexed, bored, avoiding daylight, feeling psychopathic, and amusing themselves by seeing in the UV spectrum... I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to spend any time with them." -- Kiki
"Pain is *not* our friend! It's not even an acquaintance we care to speak to!" -- Kiki
"Mind you, Sam Neill could narrate The Secret World of Lint and I'd tune in..." -- Valerie (who's not wrong)
"So we're back to the Tristan/Trory thing, of a young fandom who find the bad boy thing appealing on a level of 'reform him, he's cool', which Nick Knight pretty much killed for me with a great big sea-green Cadillac. Yeah. < g > Okay. Issues cataloged, categorized, sorted, labeled, laid out, and pressed. We're ready to go on another head trip with all our emotional baggage!" -- Kiki
"Hey! I claim total innocence!"
"I claim chocolate ice cream! (looks around) What? It has as much chance of being believed or enforced...." -- Lizbet and Chris
"I state all this for the edification of the jury, so that you may know that if there is blood all over the carpets by the end of the day, it was clearly unpremeditated and in no way any kind of ritual sacrifice of those who annoy me...." -- Chaos
"But it would have been so much more satisfying for me on a personal level to read his fortune in his lower intestine, y'know?" -- Cath was on a *roll*
"I think I'll call her--- Mini-Me." -- Cath, on Boo in 'Monsters Inc.'
"No one has to act a certain way in order to *earn* their place in the world. They can give up their rights by doing certain heinous things (serial killing, mass genocide, inventing aqua-and-melon polyester), but they don't have to earn it in the first place." -- Kiki
"With the Horsechicks, insanity is a communicable disease. Like Pinkeye, only more transmissible." -- Kiki
"Going off to get a bagel, caffiene, and possibly a machete...." -- Chris
"No one gets left at the airport. I may have to scramble for a goddamn dress; I am not scrambling for bridesmaids! If need be, I will have Dianne box Lizbet up and mail her directly to my parents" house!" -- Tina having a cow
"Murder me, and the All-Lizbet, All The Time Quotelist goes up on the internet the day I die. < eg > I have enough saved e-mail, and it'll take you time to get here, so... Just try it. I dare ya." -- Tina
"It's reeeeally hard to get something to work in negative time. God gets very cranky and starts throwing dice at us." -- Cath
"See, that's the beauty of ignoring people. There's not a lot they can do except a) sit on your keyboard like a cat, or b) go away. And most people are not likely to go for the former." -- Cath
"...if she weren't Mesopotamian, she'd be SO blonde." -- Valerie
"Somebody lock out fanfiction.net from my computer's dialing sequence, okay?" -- Celli
"You know, I used to say, 'Unless there's a body, she's not dead.' However, lately...I don't believe that anyone is dead unless I see the body and watch as the body is dismembered, dissected, and burned, *and* I get a close-up on the face of the burning body--and even then, I could be wrong." -- Tina
"Schrodinger's Death Law: until you've got a severed head that's not talking, the person may or may not be dead. They're just a random cluster of possibilities." -- Kiki
"Well, I was in the middle of Deux Ex GumbyDawning them..." -- Val
"I'm always up for a holy war, especially if it comes with cool accessories." -- Tina
"Love and devotion is cheaper. No shipping." -- Dianne
"You're gonna traumatize the audience!!! ...I'm so proud of you!" -- Kiki to Lizbet re: her vid Uninvited
"Never a bad idea to marry the nemesis and imprison the hero, if only to give oneself some variety in life... Heck - if you end up liking the hero better, reform, free him, and help him imprison the nemesis! It's all just a change in wardrobe." -- Cath. Don't ask. Just... don't.
"When you're a fen you're a fen all the way from your first piece of fic to your last...something that rhymes with day. I need more coffee. Frothe. Oooo, frothe rhymes with day..." -- Lizbet
"Well, yes. That would be another ritual. Pretty soon we will sacrifice some office equipment and dance around a fire."
"I've got matches. What do you think the office gods would prefer--the printer or the fax machine?" -- Lizbet and Tina
"See, this is what I get for divorcing the stargate-brain from the farscape-brain."
"Well, I sure hope no one has a spinoff series, because watching your brain try and pay child support to itself would be funny." -- Tina and Boo
"I went with the ape. You can train it to do various things -- currently I'm teaching it to eat my worshippers." -- Tina
"Pffffffffffffffffffffft. (It took several hours, a big lunch, and a couple more cups of coffee to come up with that comeback.)" -- Lizbet
"Which, of course, sucks the proverbial deceased lapines through a convoluted drinking apparatus. :-P" -- Valerie
"I suppose a Natpacker stalking someone would look remarkably like Pepe LePeu."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." -- Perri and Tina (playing innocent)
"Multi-tasking Gnat! Able to re-finish floors while knitting a scarf for her fish!" -- Kiki
"And you have to suck it up and go with the part that you've got, once you've landed it--- whereas, as a writer, I get to play all the parts and talk to myself in public as well. < g >" -- Kiki on why she's not an actress
"'Carmina'... refers to a collection of medieval poetry written in Germany, and it is mostly about sex, drinking, and more sex.
"Goddess help us, I'm heading for a breakdown or a mental fugue. Make my reservations at the Out to Lunch Hotel, and make sure the sheets are silk, damnit. " -- Chaos
"Perri is shepherding a caravan of movers and wild Sherpas through Chicago this week. She'll be back as soon as that search party homes in on her signal and hands her a Palm Pilot to write her review with. " -- Chris on Why Perri's Review Is Late
"Wow. First coffee to hit my system since Thursday morning. I think it's having a unusually strong effect on me. Perri doesn't believe in coffee. It's a value judgement, not a reality call; she's seen her Plaguelet drink it, she knows its power. So, no coffee all weekend. Coffee now at work. Wow." -- Lizbet [ED: like I held her down and chained her away from the Starbucks...]
"We are, as always, trying to hold a 12-Step Meeting in a crackhouse." -- Kiki on vidding
"You're going to invite the Lieutenant? How're we supposed to get crazy if my boss is gonna show up?"
"If that's what it comes down to, just put me down for 'helping think of really cool clips, and sacrifices of small non-sentient beings' (hey. Those consultants were *not* sentient. I can prove it.)" -- Kiki
"Amazing. The fact that you don't kill them immediately, somehow translates into 'sure, I'll sleep with you.'... Just because we don't take them out of the gene pool right away, they think they have a shot, y'know? Black widow spiders have it all backwards..." -- Kiki
"NO! You're in love with a guy who's a god in bed. Screw the angst!" -- Lizbet to one of her fic characters
"Rest and revitalize, guys. Or, if you can't do that, go off on a monster sugar-high and take a communications satellite hostage. That's what I'd be doing, if I weren't going to bed." -- Kiki
"I think karma just jumped him."
"Fiction is for those of us who don't do debate. In fiction, we always win the argument and the characters pay appropriately." -- Kiki
"I'm kinda the local Oracle at Delphi - I see all and I hear all, but if you ask me a question, I may just throw a live snake at you and tell you to go away." -- Cath
"Need, want... my doctor says my inability to distinguish between the two indicates a latent sociopathic tendancy. Does that make me a bad person?" -- Chris
"TwitWoman got all share-happy with her psychosis. Ewww! Psychosis cooties!" -- Lizbet
"And it *would* be wrong. But maybe wrong is too strong a word. Naughty. Yes. It would be very naughty to sacrifice the Consultants to the goddess Chaos..." -- Chris
"That's why he's the big boss, because he can say things like 'the design is flawed' and 'I think you're overlooking the inherent instability.' Instead of me just saying, "That's stupid!" -- Kiki
"Cranky! Grouchy! Grumpy! And all those other little attitude-impaired dwarves! < snarl >" -- Kiki
"By now I'm pretty much convinced *all* of you are just some poor schitzophrenic hermit in the Arizona desert named Fred...." -- Dianne
"Zathras not here today. Not here yesterday. Lizbet not here yesterday, so not care. Lizbet here today, want Zathras today. Maybe Zathras tomorrow. Time relative. Lunch not long enough. Time annoying relative, like aunt who not shut up." -- Lizbet. Don't ask; we're not sure either.
"Wouldn't life be easier if everyone else regimented their time around tv, too? "You're flying on Thanksgiving? Would you rather miss Macy's or ER?" < g >" -- TacWar
"Shooty-bits are for wussies. I'm going for high-impact puppy-piling today. I get to climb trees and scream like a girly-man when I fling myself out of them..." -- Cath
"Yes, yes, hi. Welcome to the insanity. Or if you are bringing insanity with you, welcome to the insanity potluck. Who brought the chocolate insanity?" -- Lizbet
"Now. *What* were you going to say to JD?"
"Okay, just for that, here's a little slinky toy that looks like Moya. See? You pulllllll it... and it expands across space and time! You puuuuuuush it... and it compresses back into a space-going Leviathan! (Work with me here. I'm trying to think of new merchandise for the Gift Shop... )" -- Kiki at TGUT
"Gah! I'm being mocked by characters again. I must make them suffer more." -- Catherine
"No no no! Beat it! Out of the fic house! Don't make me get the hose, I *mean* it! Willow and Sam. Jack and Xander. And Oz. Teal'c and Angel. Oh, fine. *I'll* go. But you guys better not have eaten all the cheetos when I get back!" -- also Cath
"We have to rescue Mulder and stop Duncan from doing something stupid."
"Aaackk! I'm not evil, I'm just ... you know. Sadistic. *You're* evil." -- Chaos to StratWar
"Not everything that annoys you is the NatPack's fault..."
"This is just *asking* for trouble... which is fine, but we're not getting paid for
it." -- Dianne
"Boo, she whose name causes brave men to scream in terror and Horsechicks to giggle and start scribbling..." -- Catherine
"Quoting Shakespeare like a Klingon on acid...." -- Chaos
"Agent Mulder of the X-Files is fighting with someone on the balcony?"
"Clean it up, feed the leftovers to the Croc, get it looking livable and decent, and you can continue to reside under the bed, in the closet, in the shadows.... Fail, and I'll get therapy and you're all out of here." -- Chris
"To sleep makes our betareading good..." -- Dianne
"Compiling "The SunS Guide to Watts," are we?" -- Dianne
"O.k., fine. So even _I_ can look at that paragraph and see I need *much* sleep. *Bite me!* :-p" -- Dianne
"The Horsechicks as a group of destruction are not touchy-feely types." --Chaos
"Frankly, she bled to death damn fast for a finger-slashing!" -- Dianne
"But I feel the need to go into this being Buffy, if not Xena, just so I can remember that my worth as a person does not depend on any kind of report card, that I have options, I can improve, that my abilities are what they are and my behavior is what it is and it can change if I want to, I just don't want to, and the future is not set in stone and if worse comes to worse I can always try to get a job as a masseuse in the Bahamas...." -- Kiki
"Die, Trill. I love you, but die."
"The odds are good that you're involving bodily fluids of some sort, which is really all we need to know." - Catherine
"Fly Boo Airlines. Like skysurfing without a parachute." -- Chris
".. _You_ have to learn to be more concise in your humor, dearest!"
"Sarah McLachlan: Music to Have a Nervous Breakdown To" -- Chris
"OK, let me get this straight: The Merc fall on Dianne, Dianne falls on Chris, Chris falls on me... How the hell do *I* end up being the one on my ass!?!?!?!?!?" -- Plague, Support Staff for the GHP and MMG
"Katana-space. Benefit #6 to immortality... somewhere between "watching all your enemies shrivel up and die" and "the joys of compound interest"..." -- Dianne
"O.k.. Now everybody stop, look, and listen. *Any* more vampires around. Any you've forgotten, discounted, bothered, troubled, harrassed, or even maimed, but left alive? Anyone? Everyone's attackers accounted for already? You sure? O.k., *now* back to the bonding... < rolls eyes: Sheesh! *Guys!* >" -- Dianne
"Explain to me why you are trying to put everything in your bathroom. I mean, I figure a studio apartment is small, but surely there's SOME room in the living room? < ducking >"
"Short people have all the dementia of tall people, just more highly concentrated. (Why do I have this fear that I'm going to be reading that line in .sigs for awhile...?)" -- Lizbet
"I'm sorry... would you like me to stomp my foot rhythmically so you'll understand?" -- Boo
"You're right. Screw bitter. Let's go straight to homicidal...." --Chris
"You underestimate the strength of my forcible-flashback technique if you think the involved being merely _disintigrated_ could stop me." -- Dianne
"Congratulations, Valerie, you've been sucked in by the Hoover triplets, where their motto is, "So many victims, so little time". Or is that the HorseChick motto?" -- Catherine
"I'm just not fickle like you two, okay? I'm constant in my affections. Ray Vecchio in the CyberCloset."
"Nope, you don't have to be a GASPer to recognize quality. Same way I don't have to be a Drooler to notice nice delts & pecs. That's the fun thing about this show, an extension of liking all the characters---you wouldn't exactly kick *any* of the guys out of bed for eating crackers."
"I'm sorry, but look at camels. Can you look at them and NOT know that whatever created them has an INCREDIBLY skewed sense of humor?!?!?!"
"There is no resistance to biceps like that, I don't care who you are." -- Catherine
"Believe me, I've tried pleading to his conscience and to his sense of duty, but really the only way I'm going to get the boy near the role of a secret agent is if there's some heinously impressive chick value lined up." -- Cath on Methos
"My male modeling program must have been designed by Microsoft, I tellya." -- Cath
""Dread Butterfly"? < heeee! > The Butterfly of Chaos following the Battle Crow of TacWar, stirring up the rest of the eddies of @ Plague that weren't already causing lots of Death... < snicker > " -- Chris
"Oh geez, he's the obnoxious little brat kid in the bowler you just want to smack unconscious on sight, isn't he? Ugh..." -- Dianne on Mag7's JD
"Now I have this image of the butterfly spinning-spinning-spinning in twirly _rage_ with a little horned helmet and shrieking "Uffdah!" at the top of her little, squeaky lungs! "
"I prefer to call it, "If you so much as wave your arms in a direction that is counter to my plans, I will screw you over in ways you can't even contemplate." Very focused boy, our Bester." -- Cath
"She always has prophecies coming up out of nowhere. What? Minbari only get their prophecies five minutes ahead? It's always "We have to go *now*!" Never "Keep next Tuesday clear for saving the world, o.k.?" She needs to dig out some of Giles' books and study up. Maybe get a dayplanner or something...." -- Dianne
"Are not. Are still there. You fake backness so often you're a contortionist." -- Chris
Don't be silly! The First Ones sunk the Titantic as part of their plan to keep us from evolving into a higher life form; one capable of producing strawberry cream cheese and spoo farms. It all makes sense if you understand that the Shadows zapped Atlantis in retaliation for rising prices on cut glass and Disaster Area bootleg CD's. < g > Long before they replaced the real Winston Churchill with a rejuvenated Margaret Thatcher, of course." -- Chris
Hey!... <*sniffle*> _Want_ cookie...! < mope > < look pathetic > My Trill goes away and everybody is _mean_ to me! < pout > But she'll come back... and you'll all be *sorry*!!! She's a Kickboxing Valkyrie }|{! She'll come back and *Uff-dah!* your little butts all over the place!!! So *there*!!! Hmph!!! <}:o wanders off, muttering: o/~My butterfly's back and you're gonna be sorry... hey-nah, hey-nah-- my butterfly's back!o/~> (The }:o definitely needs a nap 'round about now < g >)" -- Dianne
"Trill are like duct tape: they have a light side and a dark side. Use them right, and they can fix anything. Use them wrong, and you'll end up with your cat taped to the wall." -- Cath
*****
"Must not write letters to the bastard git-faced spawn of the devil law-firm from hell while under the influence of RoTK. Have just narrowly stopped myself from stating, 'There may come an application when disclosure of the data you demand may be relevant. But it is not this application!'" -- AJ Hall
"Of course, I could argue that women tend to get the equivalent recompense without having to deal with the legal system with just one or two appropriate come-hither glances... *smirk*"
"Purple tie (to recall the 70s Lex): $1.00 at Goodwill
"I don't know what's nerdier - the fact that you know how to say 'I'm gay' in Klingon, or the fact that I'm trying to think of how to say it in Latin" -- daowajan
"The Convention Center puts signs on the closet/staff doors we're not to use which read "This is not a door." Bad move around fans. They turned into miniature works of art, with replies scrawled on such as, "First Prize, Masquerade, Door Impersonation Category," "c'est une Magritte," and "no, but it plays one on TV." -- The Timeshredder (re: WorldCon)
"I love my cell phone. I really didn't think I would, but I'm already hooked on it. I left it home one day to charge up and I felt naked and bereft." -- Mom
"Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not." -- Ursula K. LeGuin
"Tetchy, Kvetchy and Ungrateful, the Jewish cousins the Seven Dwarves never talked about..." -- meerkat
'The current big discussion on the writers' group now is Orlando or Viggo? (Narrowly edging out Naked Spike, in case you were wondering what Real Professional Writers do during the workday. < eg >)' -- Celli's friend Jen
"Just go back to whatever squalid little punctuation-poor country you came from and take your fic with you!" -- Jen
"Some men are clothes aficianados who pay attention to suit cuts and shirt-and-tie combos; others find something they like and wear it until it falls apart or their significant other confiscates it." -- PixelVixen
"Stretchy material is not a good thing when you're a nursing mother. I look like a porn star..." -- Christine in NJ
"[It] would be faster if we didn't have the plot to deal with. You know, the thing we make you suffer through to get to the smut?" -- MoJo on why the next part isn't out
"My apologies if this shows up twice. My mail server is having a bad hair day." -- CazQ
"Smooth jazz is music. It's just not jazz." -- Dan Navarro
"As a proud product of the California Driving Education System, I learned all the important rules of sharing the road at a right young age. Registration, insurance card and 9mm should be properly stowed in the glovebox (bullets are optional, of course). 55 is the speed limit solely for out-of-state tourists and protesters over the speed limit laws (both of whom are, of course, fair game for the above rule). 80 is the *real* speed limit. Put on makeup, use the cellphone, drink a cappucino, and flirt with other drivers at the same time *only* if you have operational cruise control (or can drive with your knees). The shoulders of the road are only for emergency vehicles and yuppies caught in traffic jams who have really, really important reasons (like the movie starts in ten minutes and you still have to wax the car). Red means stop, green means go, yellow means go real fast (and lean on the horn at the guy in front of you--as a courtesy to the drivers behind you). And, of course, never ever walk more than ten feet if you can drive it." -- Debby A
"In the future, there will be seventeen different human genders."
"Anyone who sells a TV show for more than tape and postage costs will join people who bring their cell phones into movie theaters in the same circle of hell as the guy who first said, "Hey, let's put a Starbucks inside a bookstore!"" -- George
"It's a fan girl's dream, I guess, if you like your men angst-ridden, sweaty, and bullet-pierced. And who doesn't?" -- Cagey
"We will slay the fatted calf. Well, maybe not a calf. I suppose we might slay a fatted pizza or something." -- Dad
"Man, no matter what, once someone's called the cops, the relationship's over." -- overheard in a UofM lounge
"Warning: This piece of fiction may at times be responsable for loud bursts of laugher, difficultly remaining in ones chair, and the attraction of strange looks from roommates or innnocent bystanders in the computer lab. Please read with caution, and remeber, if one too many jokes are going over your head, the cushion you are seated on may be used as a floatiation device. Thank you, and enjoy your fiction." -- Martha (and cat)
"Well, thith ith another fine meth you've gotten us into! I'm a Pez dispenser!" -- Daffy Pez to Bugs Pez [Dave Thun]
"Pardon me. I'm having a moment. Talk amongst yourselves." -- Jill Kirby
"Letterman just called himself a dork. My evening is complete." -- Val Meachum
"Methinks all this discussion about having never looked at, listened to, or sniffed TheGuy(tm) is making lots and lots of people do that which they are claiming not to have done. STOP IT! NOW!" -- Sharon Himmanen
"Filthy rich is good... even slightly grubby wouldn't be bad." -- Alora
"We would never do that.
"May your reality be as much fun as your fantasy...and as full." -- from The
Collected Sayings of Diane E. Levitan, M.D.
"In my experience, most younger men are incapable of thinking about anything but sex. Older men, on the other hand, have usually gained the capacity to hold an intelligent conversation. Of course, that conversation is usually about sex, but..." -- Jamie Randall
"Ooo, ooo, look at his butt! Rewind!" -- Tara O'Shea. Don't even ask.
Comments and contributions to perri@neon-hummingbird.com.
"You're not, remember? There's your good taste boundary right there, Ray. If you don't want the Lieutenant to see you doing it, you're not going to have it at the party." -- Ray and Kiki, planning the bachelor party
"I think he was just gang-banged by karma." -- Dianne and Celli
"Merely that you sacrifice hamsters to the altar of his name, in the hopes of someday luring him in with your wiles."
"Oh. Well, that's okay then. < g > I was afraid you were going to tell him about the tribbles in black lace...." -- The Perri & Boo Show
"Nothing can stop Duncan when he's in the mood to be stupid." -- Chris and Richie
"Yeah, well tell that to them..." -- Chris and Dianne
"No, Agent Mulder is being dangled over the balcony by an enraged Highlander." -- Willow and Scully
"Eventually. But remember who's older." -- Perri & Boo
"BITE ME! There, was that concise enough? Pfffffft." -- Dianne and Lizbet
"No no. You see, in case of an emergency, or someone breaking into the apartment, you should be able to fit all your belongings in the bathroom, on the logic that no burglar in his right mind would look there for anything of value. Sheesh, how did you survive in LA this long without learning a few survival tips?" -- Lizbet and Cath
"You make it sound like Sex Clue. 'Damn! I had Lizbet getting it on with Mulder on the roof!'" -- Dianne and Cath
"I don't know... would they all FIT in one bed? Oh, did I say that?"
"Even better: If I build it, will they come?" -- Kiki, Lizbet, Cath on BtVS
"If there is a deity that doesn't have a sense of humor, I want nothing to do with him/her. < g > Fortunately, that doesn't seem to be a problem. The platypus, marijuana, frat guys, the *entire* state of Texas (and most of California)...." -- Lizbet and Perri
"Noooo! I doooon't! my hat does *not* have horns on it!" Valkyrie butterflies do *not* have horns! As I explained to Lizbet on the phone, you can't fly with those suckers on. Completely throws off the steering... " -- Dianne and Chris
"And said women could smack you for saying it."
"Cowards die a thousand deaths. ;)"
"The valiant get bitch-slapped until they're out of range." -- Johnny and Perri
Kryptonite Ring: $2.50 at a costume shop
Suit and black shirt: already had'em.
Being mobbed by women in belly-dancing outfits 'cause Lex is a rich bad boy: Priceless" -- The Timeshredder (aka Lex Luthor)
"Wow. The battle of the sexes just got *complicated*."
"Luckily, once we get past nine, a formal treaty is worked out. Everything
gets blamed on straight men, we all go into hiding, and the world's a
better place. Aside from the fact that no one can kill spiders anymore." -- George and Perri, being weird. Er. Than usual.
- Oh, yes we would.
- With glee.
- With relish.
- With ketchup." -- various NatPackers in Toronto