Anyway, it's a wonderful thing that people are here, and that there's pretty much always somebody to talk to.
Except for the times she's falling over for no reason!
::orders large roll of bubblewrap to be fitted around vw's head::
ION, identify the author of this Buffista quote:
I have no idea whether mysteries still qualify as genre, but this was back in the late 80s at an East Coast college whose English dept. faculty revered the short, spare, dry as a dry martini left undrunk on the small side table of a New England home inhabited by characters in Carver stories, left there after a perfunctory but necessary cocktail party attended by weary prep-school faculty members who occasionally moonlighted as characters in Cheever novels and discovered weeks later by yet another prep-school faculty member who was housesitting for the homeowner, who spent many hours of his housesitting time regarding the now-empty glass with its now only faintly visible rime of evaporated gin and pondering the growing awareness that he had not been invited to this faculty cocktail party, then going into his colleague's bedroom bathed in the bleached-out comfortless light of a New England winter afternoon, opening his dresser drawers, and contemplating his wife's underwear for hours, short story.
That kind of story.
ION, identify the author of this Buffista quote:
Either (1) your wife or (2) Nutty.
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Or (3) possibly Madrigal.
Either (1) your wife or (2) Nutty. Or (3) possibly Madrigal.
One of your answers is correct!
I think you are also correct in identifying the three most likely people for that kind of riff. However, the giveaway is the bitterness.
I'm going with (1) your wife.
Yes? No? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THINGS HOLY, JUST TELL ME!!!!!
One of your answers is correct!
I guess JZ. The only other Buffistas I'd see it being are erinaceous or you.
It's JZ. She's filled with creamy resentment.
ID this Buffista! Note: I'm only picking what I feel are representative quotes from the writer's ouevre. Things which are tonally distinct.
All snark should begin with the love. You can hate the subject matter, feel tortured by being bound to your chair like A Clockwork Orange Couch Potato, but you must love the opportunity for the snark, love the act of snarking, love the teevee like a lover with a ten-inch penis and abs of steel, else it's just lameass bitching.
However, the giveaway is the bitterness.
I disagree. The giveaway is the ramble. Well, not ramble, but her sentences aren't terse. They're not-terse in a totally different way than, say, Fay's not-terseness. Still -- the eloquent ramble in which not a single word is extraneous? That's pure JZ, and it's a thing of beauty.
