Meara: Power? Is THAT what they're calling horniness these days?
'Serenity'
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.
Meara: Power? Is THAT what they're calling horniness these days?
Jess PMoon: And we know from the Mustache of Christmas Past that vampire hair can grow.
Nora Deirdre: Ah! People repress things for a *reason*, Jessica!
We're going to have to start a promotional drive for skipping and skimming. Miracleman and billytea will be encouraged to post directly to COMM so people won't look through Natter for their posts. I can give up reading The Quotable Buffy for Lent.
Noumenon
Nutty, in Buffy (but non-spoilery): I wouldn't be sorry for having saved the world, even if I had to mow down a conga line of grandmas.
Daniel in Buffy1 (having nothing to do with the premiere):
Some people call him a Space Pirate
Some call him the vampire of love
Some people call him William (wolf whistle)
Cause he speaks of the effulgence of love...
Noumenon, in reaction to our possibly exceeding our bandwidth:
We're going to have to start a promotional drive for skipping and skimming. Miracleman and billytea will be encouraged to post directly to COMM so people won't look through Natter for their posts. I can give up reading The Quotable Buffy for Lent.
In Buffy, but not spoilery:
Madrigal: It's very hard to claim a gas leak when twenty students are calling 911 to report flaming trolls.
Miracleman: Okay, I just imagined a horde of trolls dressed in bright colors snapping their fingers and goingn "Fffaaaaaaabbbulous!"
Theodosia: Olaf was in fact one of the very few butch trolls.
All my dresses are things like black lycra with speedracer stripes, animal print miniskirts, brown suede... well, it would suffice to say that I own no dresses that are appropriate for running along the beach with my mother in a feminine hygiene product commercial.
Shrift in Natter.
And again, Shrift:
My coworker just said, "Oh, fudge."
I really want to ask him if he realizes we're not on network TV.
Weird dream. It was proclaimed that couches were weapons of mass destruction, and that we would go after them with special "couchkiller" helicopter. (Apparently they dangled really long sticks from the copters to smash the couches to bits.)
I asked if we were going after the sofa in Hell, but was told it was against strategic doctrine for the U.S. to attack anyone who could fight back.
-- Typo Boy