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!
Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon.
Angel ,'Not Fade Away'
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.
Trudy Booth - Sep 26, 2002 1:24:04 am PDT #115 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
P.M. Marc - Sep 26, 2002 2:32:48 am PDT #116 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
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
meara - Sep 26, 2002 8:54:15 am PDT #117 of 10000
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.
meara - Sep 26, 2002 8:57:13 am PDT #118 of 10000
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...
Jesse - Sep 26, 2002 8:59:37 am PDT #119 of 10000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
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.
Steph L. - Sep 26, 2002 9:06:27 am PDT #120 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
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.
DavidS - Sep 26, 2002 10:44:47 am PDT #121 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
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.
Jesse - Sep 26, 2002 11:45:23 am PDT #122 of 10000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
And again, Shrift:
My coworker just said, "Oh, fudge."
I really want to ask him if he realizes we're not on network TV.
Trudy Booth - Sep 26, 2002 12:55:09 pm PDT #123 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
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
Kathy A - Sep 26, 2002 2:02:35 pm PDT #124 of 10000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Miss Goth, Jilli Herself, has the kind of dream I only wish I were cool enough to have:
My recurring stress dream involves critters from the Aliens movies attacking the office (at WotC) that I used to work in. My former boss opens up a storage closet, hands me a pulse rifle, and tells me to escort people to the basement.
Me. With a pulse rifle. While dressed in my usual manner - hoop skirt, frock coat, top hat. And Clovis sitting on the pulse rifle, saying "short controlled bursts!"
Lots of flickery lights, lots of running through mazes of cubicles, lots of snarly things jumping at me and me getting to shoot them.
As stress dreams go, it isn't that bad.
And Hec's response:
Pretty fucking cool, actually. See if you can get your talented husband to draw a picture of this with top hat and pulse rifle and Clovis. Clovis is in your dreams? God, but I worship your Jilliness.
As do we all.