Typo Boy, in Buffy--
I think everyone deserves a chance for redemption. Of course for some, the chance should be in a small steel cage inhabited only by them, and hundreds of half-starved crazed weasels.
If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.
Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Coffee On My Monitor
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scrappy - Jan 11, 2003 1:09:18 am PST #1833 of 10000
Nobody
Theodosia - Jan 11, 2003 1:37:23 pm PST #1834 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Holli, slightly spoilery from Buffy:
I still laughed at "Episode One bored," though, because I am the very most of geek. In a healthy, able-to-separate-fiction-from-reality way.
Betsy HP - Jan 11, 2003 1:46:46 pm PST #1835 of 10000
If I only had a brain...
ita explains it all to you (Farscape, wardrobe-related)
Steph: So why, at the end of the ep, was John wearing a leather duster? It just struck me on re-watch.
ita: Because he found it lying by the stairs in this house on Revello?
Steph L. - Jan 11, 2003 3:31:39 pm PST #1836 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Sumi: So why, at the end of the ep, was John wearing a leather duster? It just struck me on re-watch.
That was me, I think.
John H - Jan 11, 2003 3:57:15 pm PST #1837 of 10000
Help, who said this:
I also used to look at Thoroughbreds on TV and think, For crying out loud, I'm looking at supermodels on four legs! Where are all the dependable, calm, steady sidekick-type horses??
P.M. Marc - Jan 11, 2003 4:04:34 pm PST #1838 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Nutty, I think.
Rebecca Lizard - Jan 11, 2003 4:27:39 pm PST #1839 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
BHP:
Or [Connor's] the Beast prophesied in Revelation. (Which Revelation? Pick one. The Revelation of Colonel Sanders.) He could perfectly well be there to bring on the End Times.
PMM:
Now I'm picturing Connor covered in Seekrit Herbs N' Spice Girls.
Thank you very much.
Betsy HP - Jan 11, 2003 5:04:00 pm PST #1840 of 10000
If I only had a brain...
The Buffistas, proving again that childhood traumas explain everything: (Angel, but spoilery for Buffy)
Madrigal: I see tptb as a sort of parent in the front seat of the car, and the First Evil is one of the kids in the back seat. They're going to allow for some squabbling, various forces of good whining about how the forces of evil are breathing on them, etc. But if one side is doing too much damage, or beating up too much on another, they'll stop the car and try to even it out a bit.
Deena: Goodness. Madrigal just took me back to childhood. Now I know - FE is based on my older brother!
Narrator: So is the First Evil acting up because it needs to go to the bathroom?
Kat: Or because the First Good, if there is such a thing, keeps trying to creep across the invisible line dividing the back seat.
Dana - Jan 11, 2003 7:49:33 pm PST #1841 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
In Dude, Where's My Precious:
amych:
And Carla? You can keep Haldir. Really. Because he looks like Tori Spelling.
SA:
But a cute, blonde, GAY Tori Spelling.
Consuela - Jan 11, 2003 8:10:06 pm PST #1842 of 10000
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
ita: I'm startled that so many people care *so* much, and are so unhesitant to polarize themselves and mischaracterise each other, and just keep carping.
Dana (being BOFQ-ish): I'm sorry, have you met fandom? That's practically the motto on the fannish coat of arms.
Heh.