Trudy: Attention:
If my SO is lurking here I ask him to reveal himself to me because I'm well on my way to dying an old maid.
Thank you.
Zoe: I thought you wanted to spend more time off-ship this visit. Wash: Out there is seems like it's all fancy parties. I like our party better. The dress code is easier and I know all the steps.
'Shindig'
Coffee On My Monitor
This thread is for Buffista quotage. Posts that are profound, witty, or otherwise deserving of immortality go here. This is also Shrift's source for the BRQG, so be aware that if your words end up here, they'll also end up there. Finally, please note which thread spawned the quotage and please white-out anything that might be spoilery to Un-Americans.
bon bon - Nov 30, 2002 9:48:40 pm PST #1091 of 10000
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Trudy Booth - Dec 01, 2002 12:59:33 am PST #1092 of 10000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Rebeca Lizard: I'm an apocalypses girl.
Cindy - Dec 01, 2002 2:50:14 am PST #1093 of 10000
Nobody
Matt the Bruins Fan in Firefly not a spoiler unless you didn't know the cast is comprised of humans. I whited out the only bit that might cause the spoiler allergic to sneeze, but even that's not going to spoil you, because there's no who whatting how with huh info.
Firefly does give me hope for the future, in that it's clear that neither varied body types nor *alternative sexualities* get eradicated from humanity over the course of the next five centuries. Yes, Star Trek, I'm looking at you.
Theodosia - Dec 01, 2002 5:27:19 am PST #1094 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
John H :
That article from the Sydney Morning Herald was interesting, though it contained the rather unfortunate line:
Maybe women are just interested in homosexuality?
To which I can only reply "Yeah, you're right. And those lesbian women seem to have a particular interest in it..."
shrift :
Heh.
Because women can't just be interested in sexuality itself.
That would be wrong.
Trudy Booth:
Yeah, if we want to see sweaty writhing boy bodies it's because our fathers's didn't love us or don't value ourselves. Like when we have sex in High School.
p.m. marcontell :
See, and all this time I blamed my aching loins. Well, fuck.
Glad you set me straight.
Theodosia - Dec 01, 2002 8:37:16 am PST #1095 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Steph L:
Well, I've been having to turn Xmas music off, because the holidays, and the idea of the holidays, have been making me really sad. But Thanksgiving was surprisingly good, and I'm oddly looking forward to all my high-school gang being home, and -- I don't know what switch got flipped in my head. But the music didn't bother me.
Except that George Michael "Last Christmas I gave you my heart...the very next day you took it away" song? That *should* inspire feelings of disembowelment.
Now going to bed. It's WAY too late for me to be up and slandering George Michael.
Rebecca Lizard - Dec 01, 2002 9:23:37 am PST #1096 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
DXM:
"'Jesus fucking Christ' isn't blasphemy. 'Jesus fucking Buddha,' now that's blasphemy..."
DXMachina - Dec 01, 2002 9:28:21 am PST #1097 of 10000
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
I was quoting something another Buffista once said, I just don't remember who, when, or where.
edit: Okay, it turns out I was doing a riff on something Theresa W. once posted -
All this reminds me of a game show sketch my school comedy troupe did called "That's Blasphemy!" The game involved contestants out-blaspheming each other. Sample text:
Host: And the category is...Christianity!
Contestant A: *ding!* Jesus H. Christ!
Contestant B: *ding!* Jesus fucking Christ!
Contestant C: *ding!* Jesus fucking Buddha!
# DING DING DING!*
Host: And C gets the point! On to round two...
Theodosia - Dec 01, 2002 10:53:09 am PST #1098 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Sophia:
If I die, and it turns out that God has tequila-spouting nipples, I will expire again from laughter.
Beverly - Dec 01, 2002 11:04:37 am PST #1099 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
In Bitches, on the F2F--
Fay: Sigh. I would so like to come to the F2F.
Hec: Fay. Come. F2F. All in one sentence for ease of use...
pmm: Can she be naked?
erika: (Picturing Fay hurrying around in the airport in a long trenchcoat.)
Fay: I can be completely and utterly tremblingly barenekkid under my clothes.
Airport Official: "Purpose of visit?"
Fay: "Porn."
Airport Official: "Anything to declare?"
Fay: "I am a bitch. I write Gay Vampire Snuff Porn. I have inappropriate Hobbit Oost and think that Connor should be slashed with...oh. No, not really. That's a very nice uniform, by the way. Will you be needing to search my orifices, at all?"
erika: I'd bet they let you through.
DavidS - Dec 01, 2002 11:31:42 am PST #1100 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I think we need the whole blasphemous, porny, liquor-soaked exchange. It's pure Buffista...
Hec: Formless entities need love too.
Amych: Sure, but do they really need nipples?
Ple: Sure! Where else would the tequila come from?
Sophia: If I die, and it turns out that God has tequila-spouting nipples, I will expire again from laughter. Then again, I will probably never know, as I may be going straight to hell just for saying that.
erika: I would deeply hate for that to be my last thought. I mean it's better than "Holy crap, he really did have a gun." but not by much.
Ple: G-d is perfection. Of course G-d's nipples spout 100% blue agave tequila, and G-d's tears dry instantly to sharp, perfect crystals of salt. And G-d sweats lime.
cashmere: congratulations, this has converted this agnostic. praise the lord.