More Madrigal in Firefly:
River's fashion statement has always seemed to be "These are my clothes. I found them."
'Not Fade Away'
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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?)
Susan W., with a story worthy of Dickens:
I think I just got my Christmas miracle. I opened a cabinet to check for sundry baking needs, not noticing the full bottle of wine sitting on the counter. The bottle fell to the floor without a) shattering or b) breaking my foot.
I figure I can no longer wish for a pony or world peace at this point....
From "Dude, Where's My Precious?'
Am-Chau Yarkona:
I'm getting married to Elrond!
Not sure how Celebrian'll take it, though.
p.m. marcontell :
Felicia will kill you if you try anything. Most likely it will be death by ABBA.
billytea:
"Can you hear the drums Galadriel..."
(FWIW, the movie being referenced is Priscilla, Queen of the Desert ....)