erikaj in Buffy 1 (about the musical):
I still halfway think Dawnie summoned that demon.(I do know I'm not supposed to though, cause how could somebody with hair like that be wrong.)
Angel: I appreciate you guys looking out for Connor all summer. It's just—he's confused. He needs time. That's all. Fred: Right. Time, and some corporal punishment with a large heavy mallet. Not that I'm bitter.
'Just Rewards (2)'
Coffee On My Monitor
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meara - Sep 26, 2002 5:33:22 pm PDT #127 of 10000
Michele T. - Sep 26, 2002 8:21:55 pm PDT #128 of 10000
with a gleam in my eye, and an almost airtight alibi
(If my quote above ends up in BRQD, could the snerk at amych that dates back to an incident in the Reagan era be deleted? I'd like for posterity to believe I was less petty than that.)
Dani - Sep 27, 2002 8:45:17 am PDT #129 of 10000
I believe vampires are the world's greatest golfers
John H's post from Bureaucracy shows why the Phoenix Board really is like crack:
There's a fundamental point that needs explaining here -- I might err on the side of the patronising here, but it's in a good cause! -- we control this place. It's ours!
With TT/WX, there was a database behind the scenes, which we could only interact with by clicking on things and hoping the right stuff came out. The database was their secret, and the only way we could get stuff out of it was with a browser.
The Perl script I wrote, and the search engine someone (Tom?) wrote, and the number-of-times-we-mentioned-porn counts, were all done by imitating a browser and getting the stuff from their database.
It's like when you go to buy drugs from one of those places where there's a steel-reinforced door with a small hole in it. You shove your money through the hole, ask politely and hope for the best. You've got no idea what's going on. Someone can take your money and give you nothing in return, take your money and give you baking soda in return, take your money and shoot you, or just plain not take your money at all.
So when we create tools to grab content from WX or TT, we're the customer.
On the Phoenix board, we're the dealer as well.
We've got our people on the other side of the door.
So, when people plaintively, endearingly, wistfully ask "would it be possible, maybe, one day, to make a search engine which searched this site? Please?" -- yes, you should imagine ita, and indeed everyone else doing an evil laugh of total mastery, because yes, we can do it right away, in fact it's already done!
§ ita § - Sep 27, 2002 6:58:11 pm PDT #130 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I can't quite explain why this makes me laugh so, but it did.
Dana, in Firefly:
Uh, helloooo?
Written and directed by Tim Minear.
meara - Sep 27, 2002 7:21:22 pm PDT #131 of 10000
Ple, in Firefly, on people asking for deaths (of various characters, or just in general):
You guys, death isn't Mad Dog 20/20 to just whip out for a thrill. Death's a fine wine, dark and red and bitter and intoxicating. It's Valhrona, not Hershey's, Titian, not Kincaid.
Sheesh.
Kat - Sep 27, 2002 9:47:16 pm PDT #132 of 10000
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
On John Doe in Natter:
PMM
They are making the mistake of watching John Slow.
Burrell
I think it should be called John D'oh!
P.M. Marc - Sep 27, 2002 10:09:08 pm PDT #133 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
I'll do the killin' 'round here, if you don't mind.
Unca Tim
askye - Sep 27, 2002 10:29:06 pm PDT #134 of 10000
Thrive to spite them
Allyson:
I hate John Doe. They are playing "Behind Blue Eyes," to drive home that no one knows what it's like to be the bad man, the sad man, the man that spews trivia all fucking day and doesn't know who he is and no one cares who he is because obviously no one is looking for my sorry no longer naked ass, behind blue eyes.
Emily - Sep 27, 2002 10:29:41 pm PDT #135 of 10000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Edit: aw, crap. A.S. too fast.
Nutty - Sep 28, 2002 8:42:07 am PDT #136 of 10000
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
DX:
if you took a five kilogram anti-raccoon and tossed it into a reactor with a regular five kilo raccoon, the resulting annihilation of the two raccoons would provide about 20 trillion Kcal of energy, which is the equivalent to the caloric content of 100 billion twinkies, or of a single 6.5 billion pound twinkie.
That's one big twinkie.