Susan W, in TTT:

I now have a Boromir action figure to help Spike guard my workstation. Mmm...sexy and conflicted plastic goodness.

Cindy in Dude, Where's My Precious on the usefulness of Buffista guidance in what to watch for in the movie (eg when to keep your eyes peeled to spot director Peter Jackson's cameo etc etc):

You know, while reading all of this, I've been wishing I'd had the Buffistas as guides for other events in my life. We should write a series of life-handbooks, you know the kind I mean like The 7 Habits of Highly Successful Hobbits or whatever. Granted, those sorts of books are all blather, but at least ours would be entertaining.

Birthing: The Buffista Way

Touted as the latest, best method for delivering your young into the world, heed The Buffistas as they serve as your guides through labo(u)r and delivery. Buffista children (not to be confused with Buffista Spirit Babies) are those ovary-ache inducing children others refer to as The Cutest Babies in the Word, The Most Precocious Children in the World, and Children Most Likely to have Recruited Minions by Puberty. If you want your child to understand the importance of serial commas and can time your contractions to coincide with the almost undetectable moment the wonderful Phoenix board takes to load, this is the birthing method for you.

The Buffistas Do Weddings

Emily Post has nothing on The Buffistas. Whether you're a guest, a participant or planning to actually speak rather than hold your peace (although not your piece), look no further than our handy, practical reference guide. Chapters include: 'The Seating Plan from Both sides: (AKA - FUCK! You sat me with D'Hoffryn?!? Damn straight, I did!)', 'Can I Wear My White Corset? - What's Appropriate? What's Foamy?' and 'Open Bar Only For an Hour? Let Me Take Some Money Out of the Card!'

Dude, Where's My Hymen? The Very Special Buffista Handbook

It's another Saturday night, and you're making out with that cute guy/girl YCrushMV from Social Studies, except you only think s/he's cute when you've mixed Red Bull (whatever that is) with Tequila. Should you? Shouldn't You? Should you wait 'til the prom? Should you wait 'til you're not in the MIDDLE of the prom? Everything you ever wanted to know, and more. Due to the mature themes in this book, do not let your mother read it. YtmiMV

askye:

Dru and Spike got here yesterday, bless their little gingerbread hearts.

Unfortunatly the US Postal Service seems to have a Slayer working for it---they were not only beheaded but also drawn and quartered. Still I laid them all out and looked at them and imagined that they'd been in an epic battle with an gingerbread Buffy.

in Natter:

askye

...I even met someone who kept getting Harry Potter and LoTR (the movies) confused. Because both had wizards.

John H

You know how it is, I keep getting Rashomon and Pokemon confused, because they both end in the syllable "mon".

ita:

Please excuse me while I expire in a cloud of oldtimerness sautéed in a light oil of obscure injokery.

Caroma, over in Firefly:

We few, we happy few, we band of buggered viewers and not in the good way...

In TTT:

Beverly

From back a ways, I am not as happy as some about Sir Ian playing Dumbledore. It will dilute his Gandalf, I'm afraid.

Matt the Bruins fan

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS... your exams this term, Mr. Potter."

Holiday illness discussion in Natter--

shrift:

Two out of three of my prescriptions basically have a Denis Leary-esque "Don't make any plans!" notation on them. Joy.

Madrigal:

I caught a traditional holiday bug and now my head is doing its salute to phlegm. I've been going back and forth sounding like either Alanna Ubach or an end-stage Katharine Hepburn.

Evening, O Buffistas. This is notice to the admins -- ita, in specific -- that I did get that email, and thanks.

Also notice to the community at large that if you are a total ass and fail to respond to an email from a friend in Atlanta, and she remembers you're a Buffista, and she emails the admins afraid you are dead? The admins will provide proof you're not dead on demand. Not part of a cult, that they can't promise. That's for Phoenix 2.0.

Nutty, in either B or BBB.

ita, on the Legoloost:

A vendor said to me yesterday, after seeing my glorious wallpaper "I think my wife might have a crush on that Elf guy."

I broke the news to him. If he even has a slight hunch, then it's true and she's just trying to be nice. I've found men dismiss the Legolas- oost out of hand. "But he's nancing about!" "He's a girly man!"

"How many orcs have you killed recently?" I ask them.

That is what separates the geek from the elf.