Nilly, reflecting on becoming a word in her own right (and careful not to wake the sleeping Gerund Monster):

"um, yes, I'm a verb. I'm also a noun. On rare occasions, I'm used as an adjective. And sometimes I'm even me. I don't know if I'm a gerund, though, and I don't think it's a good idea to try and find that out."

Not spoiling.

Madrigal in Firefly: [T]he gun has yet to be replaced by the laser pistol, despite a number of working prototypes. If progression were logical, we'd all be in flying cars by now.

Aimée: And leather pants!

More Madrigal in Firefly:

River's fashion statement has always seemed to be "These are my clothes. I found them."

Salad Shooters! People named William! Bird puns!

Dana creating a diversion from a troll in Firefly. BWAH.

Herah, in Natter:

My grandmother fell in the dining room (tipped right over, walker and all) and lay there for two or three hours until my mother got home from work. She said it was a shame she hadn't fallen closer to the television; she could hear it but couldn't see it. Mom said it was a shame she hadn't fallen closer to the phone. My grandmother said, "Oh, I could reach the phone. But I knew you were coming, and I didn't want to bother you at work."

thessaly:

Actually, in this new computer age, I could have been making Victor up, using an alternate email, a couple proximate computers, and typing really fast

However, if I made him up, there would be no soup. And that would suck.

Wolfram, in Firefly (nonspoilery):

If Joss wrote an episode called test pattern with one hour of test pattern I'd watch the whole thing. Wouldn't love it though. I'd probably have to watch it a few times to get all the jokes.

In Bureaucracy

John H

His first post was reasonable, if combative, and people were reasonable with him, which isn't a bad thing. Then he said that Joss was simultaneously having anal sex with all of us...

Katie M

Okay, I wasn't going to wade through all 350 posts in Firefly if it was all going to be trolling, but if there's Joss RPS...

Kristen

Okay, can I be blind too?

Fay and Ple get all John Donne on our asses in Bitches:

Fay: So you're not going to batter my ass, three-persone'd Ple? That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new? 'Cause I know you're topalicious, and I, like an usurp'd town to'another due, would labor to'admit you...

Ple: Busy old fool, unruly Bum, 
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and from England, call on us ? 
Must to thy motions lovers' juices run ? 
Saucy pedantic bitch, go chide 
The Hecubus and his apprentices, 
Go tell Spike's Bitches that the rump will ride, 
Until we pant for hungry orafices ;
Bums, all alike, no season knows nor clime, 
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

(Oh. That's really funny.

My sister'd like to report that she doesn't get it; but maybe I should be gladder than not of that?)