RL beat me to it. The whole thing.
Mal: Take your people and go. Captain: You would have done the same. Mal: We can already see I haven't.
'Out Of Gas'
Coffee On My Monitor
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Theodosia - Dec 04, 2002 8:03:59 pm PST #1142 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"
Rebecca Lizard - Dec 04, 2002 8:06:05 pm PST #1143 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
Which I laid out typing with one hand as I ate my sandwich with the other.
I was sure someone was going to beat me to it, and my agonized slow don't-get-jelly-on-the-keyboard effort of typing would have been for nothing, and I would have felt silly, not that I don't feel silly most of the time.
There was a good reason for the triumph dance.
msbelle - Dec 04, 2002 8:35:49 pm PST #1144 of 10000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
SR?
signed, lost
Steph L. - Dec 04, 2002 8:38:58 pm PST #1145 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
The Buffy episode "Seeing Red."
DavidS - Dec 04, 2002 8:44:09 pm PST #1146 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
thessaly's recipe for evil (whitefonted cuz Buffy thread):
I've decided the FE looked in the back of 'Betty Crocker':
To Open the Manhole Cover of Hell:
1-1/2 Good-hearted short EveryMan brand schmucks (available via import from Mexico)
If you find your pantry short of short schmucks, you may substitute one of the following for 1/2 a schmuck:
6 young piglets (available at local farmers) or 1 Ho!Yay! EvilTechnoNerd (also available via import) or 1/2 Spike (coming soon to local markets everywhere)
I read too many cookbooks.
§ ita § - Dec 04, 2002 9:07:24 pm PST #1147 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
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John H - Dec 04, 2002 9:12:36 pm PST #1148 of 10000
§ ita § - Dec 04, 2002 9:13:15 pm PST #1149 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
????
Who's in the wrong thread?
DavidS - Dec 04, 2002 9:20:03 pm PST #1150 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I went to edit and somebody (looks itaward) had stompied the power of S all over those paragraphs.
Thessaly En Fuego!
Thessaly: I've decided the FE looked in the back of 'Betty Crocker'
Victor: Oh no! That means the only ones the Slayer can turn to for help are... THE IRON CHEFS!!!
thessaly: Hey, they get all the cool knives. None of that badly-spaced-sigil muck if they were working for the FE! I bet they'd carve Spike into decorative rosettes and place them all around the Unisex Salmon ice cream.
DavidS - Dec 04, 2002 10:13:56 pm PST #1151 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
John H. rips a COMMable quote into the alley:
Hmm, can anyone name another narrative where the sexy brooding romantic hero isn't acceptable to the heroine until he's been symbolically castrated? Only this one was full of symbolic-castration gags?
MR ROCHESTER: I don't understand. This sort of thing's never happened to me before. (He's sitting on JANE EYRE's bed.)
JANE EYRE: Maybe you were nervous.
MR ROCHESTER: I felt all right when I started. Let's try again. (He tries to lock her in the attic and draws back immediately. He tries again and the same thing happens.) Ow! Oh! Ow! Damn it! (He gets up and kicks the dresser. He starts to pace around the room.)
JANE EYRE: Maybe you're trying too hard. Doesn't this happen to every romantic-novel hero?
MR ROCHESTER: Not to me, it doesn't!
JANE EYRE: It's me, isn't it?
MR ROCHESTER: What are you talking about?
JANE EYRE: I--I... You didn't want to lock me in your attic. I just happened to be around.
MR ROCHESTER: Piffle!
JANE EYRE: I know I'm not the kind of girl romantic-novel heroes like to lock in their attics. It's always like, "ooh, you're like a sister to me," or, "oh, you're such a good friend."
MR ROCHESTER: Don't be ridiculous. I'd lock you up in my attic in a heartbeat.
JANE EYRE: Really?