MiracleMan's first time. wiping away a tear Our little boy's all grown up now.
Coffee On My Monitor
This thread is for Buffista quotage. Posts that are profound, witty, or otherwise deserving of immortality go here. This is also Shrift's source for the BRQG, so be aware that if your words end up here, they'll also end up there. Finally, please note which thread spawned the quotage and please white-out anything that might be spoilery to Un-Americans.
I...I thought I'd feel different, but somehow...I don't.
How disappointing.
As long as it didn't hurt you should be happy.
Lit:
Jim Eaton-Terry: Adolescents respond well to glumness. It speaks to the emptiness of their souls, and the lost poetry of their hearts or something. Odious little shits.
nb - present company excepted, natch.
sarameg: I once drooled on the shoulder of a rather cute & polite marine for several hours stuck on a plane. Middle seat.
In Farscape:
Cashmere: she's sucked out their best character features!
Matt: It's like she's the personification of badfic writers everywhere!
I had reason to be trolling the WX archives today and found this:
Madrigal:
I don't usually watch "Smallville" (an hour of TV a night is about all I can take) but in just five minutes I saw a scene where Lex compares himself to Napolean, speaks of his devotion to his mother, and offers to "help" Clark while sitting close enough to smell the lipstick that Clark's face was just begging for.
(I don't think it was ever COMMed.)
RLizard in Bitches:
It's just-- duh. ita. She's like God's Mary Sue.
Oh my. Plei, Gleebo, Theodosia, Jess PMoon, Katie M. and Perkins make a Cross-Over Wish List in Angel, gone (and this is an understatement) astray... (really not spoilery in the least - we're talking Angel/The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and possibly Clueless). In the process, they break poor Deena.
Deena
Sneaking back into the well-lit threads, wiping my mouth from the so-sweet-taste of forbidden spoiler fruit, I am triumphant. I have sinned and gotten away with it. Considering my goldfish brain, that means I won't remember a word, but I can bask in my faux-knowledge and be glad.
I read the regular Angel thread, sure that I remain unrevealed in my sin, oblivious in the face of my doom. Suddenly, an image of snappy-fingered, toe-tapping, Alfonso Ribeira bores into my brain... It's not unusual to be loved by anyone.... The words flow over me like hot tar, stinging. The torment continues through the celebrity look/sound alike show and the "You Too Can Be A Breakdancer" video, back, back to the Silver Spoon years.
I break. There is no time to repent. I am ear-wormed and undone. Even the goldfishiness of my brain is no match for the horror that has been wreaked upon me.
Gleebo, in the same thread:
If tequila won't fix it, it's really really broken.
Tequila and duct tape are universal fixers of many things.
Never use them together!