Still Firefly
Justkim: I have started watching my second hour of the TV Guide Channel. What? It's not like there's anything else on!
The second hour is so far different from the first hour. And I just heard the 90-second life story of SMG. Synopsis: She plays Buffy.
Allyson: Maybe we should send you a stipend of some sort.
Aimee: I think we'll need to take a vote, after we select spokespeople for the plain, and the corrugated parties. Then we'll need some philabustering.
Aimee: Okay then, we need to be boring. Perhaps billytea and I can talk about various bird calls.
Aimee: We could rename the Firefly thread something else. Plain Toast: Lively Discussion on the Latest C-Span Coverage of the Kleenex Budget in the Senate.
As much as I'd love the credit, Allyson said these-I'm not nearly as funny. But thanks for thinking I am!!!
Music:
tedr: Okay, if people can bring up Opera, I can bring up film scores. :) John Williams: Jaws, The Cowboys, Jurassic Park
Aimee:
Jurassic Park.
MM wanted to use this as our wedding music. I said no. I didn't want to be walking down the aisle with people thinking about a huge ass dinosaur.
In Firefly (RE: proper pronunciation of 'Buffistas'):
FayJay: I pronounce it all wrong, apparently. It should be Buffeeeeeeestas, yes? 'Cause I always say it Buff-fisters. Er. which looks absolutely filthy now that I've written it down.
Bureaucracy: (not sure who said 'the Betsy's').
The Betsy's.
BHP: If there are two of me, I wish the other one would take over half the workload. Not to mention this head cold.
Dana: I volunteer to be a Betsy!
BHP: Don't have the head cold. Instead, eat something spicy for me. But with no tomatoes.
Steph L: I've suspected there are multiple Betsys, for the sheer volume of knowledge. Although the One True Betsy claims it's Google.
BHP in Bureaucracy:
If you're James Cameron, I'd like to discuss some of the mean things you said to Kate Winslet.
And by 'discuss', I mean 'disembowel with a butter knife'.
Betsy en fuego!
Heather: You people are going to make me walk up the street to Snuffers.
Betsy: Is that like Hooters, only with death instead of tits?