But what about amych?
Hey, I've been in a firefight before! Well, I was in a fire. Actually, I was fired from a fry-cook opportunity. I can handle myself.
Wash ,'War Stories'
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.
Sophia Brooks - Dec 20, 2002 11:48:57 am PST #1459 of 10000
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Nutty - Dec 20, 2002 11:54:23 am PST #1460 of 10000
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
That's the subjunctive.
Cindy - Dec 20, 2002 11:54:54 am PST #1461 of 10000
Nobody
I'm COMMing the posts here from 1454 to the end of the amy?saga (so far - 1459) - without the pesky copy and pasting. Just look up, Buffistas.
Nutty - Dec 20, 2002 12:01:29 pm PST #1462 of 10000
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Betsy: How do Názgul hold up their hoods, anyway?
Knut: Evil hairpins.
(in Dude Where's my Precious, of course)
billytea - Dec 20, 2002 12:48:34 pm PST #1463 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Aimee in Natter, asking the big questions:
If you beat someone with a leg is it still called kicking?
David J. Schwartz - Dec 20, 2002 12:49:49 pm PST #1464 of 10000
New, fully poseable Author!Knut.
If you beat someone with a leg is it still called kicking?
I love that. It reads like a koan.
billytea - Dec 20, 2002 12:51:57 pm PST #1465 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I love that. It reads like a koan.
More koans should feature beatings with body parts.
DCJensen - Dec 20, 2002 12:56:42 pm PST #1466 of 10000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Perhaps we can get a Kaon loan to develop the idea.
billytea - Dec 20, 2002 12:59:47 pm PST #1467 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Perhaps we can get a Kaon loan to develop the idea.
Application type: loan
Method: phone
Purpose of loan: Hone koans
Manager's decision: No way known.
Betsy HP - Dec 20, 2002 1:01:40 pm PST #1468 of 10000
If I only had a brain...
Kat: BTW, I forgot to mention, Aimee was mean to me and wouldn't let me have any sorbet.
Miracleman: She's like that. Lemme tell you a story...
Though Michigan is renowned for having many wolverines, in all actuality there are very few, especially down in the Lower Peninsula. But one winter day, I was walking through the woods behind my grandparents' house in the northern Lower Peninsula, when I stumbled on one.
This wolverine, a female I think, was as long as I was tall. And, at 15 years of age, I was fairly tall...5'11 or so. Its fangs were as long as my thumbs, and its eyes glowed with a desperate feral rage.
It had a litter, see. And some bastard hunter had shot it and it was wounded. And I'd stumbled across its den so it felt cornered. I saw Death himself leering at me from a nearby hillock, dangling an hourglass and managing to convey through rather concise gesturing that, for me and Death, it was "go time".
Well, I managed to escape, mainly by peeing myself and shrieking like a little girl, which I think mainly embarassed the wolverine, but cracked Death up like nothing else. And I ran home and sobbed and wiped snot on my jacket sleeve and hoped like hell I had a clean pair of underwear.
But that experience does not compare to the sheer unadulterated heart-stopping terror of trying to sneak a spoonful of Aimee's sorbet.