FWIW, and for the record, I didn't invent that phrase. It was originally (to my knowledge) used for Classics Department T-shirts at my alma mater [i.e., not with Middle-earth, and since 1871, not the First Age], because there was some ancient Greek short-version philosophy about "help your friend and harm your enemies". As philosophies go, I think it's an efficient one, although perhaps not so good with the ambiguous people.
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
Coffee On My Monitor
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Intresting to know- thanks for telling me. At the moment, though, I still think it's pretty funny. And the ancient Greek connection only improves it. YsenseofhumourMV.
MM in Leatherpants (so to speak) - spoilery and whitefonted:
But I loved that Fred and Wesley only managed to open a portal that led to behind them. How embarrassing could that've been?
Angel: We did it! He's gone! Yea us!
BRS: Ahem.
Fred: Oh, crap. Forgot to carry pi.
Aimee in Natter:
I am grumpy! I shall eat a vegetarian burrito and buy pants!
Phill in NAFDA (probably not spoilery, but fonted just in case):
It's like Willow all of a sudden joins a wise-cracking, hell bent for leather rifle company in double-you double-you eye eye. Watch Willow take on those Axis rats along with Ox, Pretty-Boy, The Professor, and all those other lovable mugs you find so easy to love. Willow Rosenberg in "Hell is for Wiccans"
BHP in Natter
I think there is no way for a country to have moral high ground. Moral low ground is sort of like international Original Sin.
Dana in Natter: Apparently I have issues with kitchen implements having faces or vegetable or animal shapes. I can always count on the Buffistas to help me along my voyage of self-discovery.
Madrigal in F2F:
I think the only real odd looks I got were when I was simultaneously breaking in the new pleather pants and testing out the boobular containment abilities of my bra by running and skipping down what I had thought was an empty hallway.
Sean in Dude:
Ahh... The feel of tempered steel in your hand. Feels like victory. Or psychosis. Sometimes psychosis.
Mechakrelboyne, in Firefly
I get to thinking that some very important battle has been decided, and the flag that's been planted isn't mine.