If you're gonna go to jail, have enough cigarettes with you when you get arrested. That's all the advice I have.
-- Michele T (re: civil disobedience, dears)
Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins. Twenty years old. Born on the fourth of July — and don't think there weren't jokes about that my whole life, mister, 'cause there were. 'Who's our little patriot?' they'd say, when I was younger and therefore smaller and shorter than I am now.
Anya ,'Potential'
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.
Trudy Booth - Oct 03, 2002 5:05:13 pm PDT #213 of 10000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
bon bon - Oct 03, 2002 10:42:58 pm PDT #214 of 10000
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Somebody'll have to remind me of the pitcher on this one:
Edit: Erika I knew Nom was a guy cause he sent me mail with a Really Male real life name.
Noumenon
Oh, Testy McTosterone the Penile Pamperer? That's my work address. They make us use our stage names.
Theodosia - Oct 04, 2002 5:12:22 am PDT #215 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"
billytea in Natter:
Matt, you know those new IKEA ads? Yeah. He’s talking to you. That’s right, just you. Even Swedes think you're crazy. People who ferment herring doubt your sanity.
erikaj - Oct 04, 2002 8:04:56 am PDT #216 of 10000
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)
Shawn, that first part was me(I?)
Cindy - Oct 04, 2002 2:38:52 pm PDT #217 of 10000
Nobody
Me - in the sense of not me at all, but rather you. But not I. Oh no. Not I.
Steph L. - Oct 04, 2002 2:44:09 pm PDT #218 of 10000
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
Ellen S., in Natter (and Consuela's tagline):
I wonder how long blood fueds would last in societies with a good cable package.
Rebecca Lizard - Oct 04, 2002 10:31:55 pm PDT #219 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
Kirsten, in Firefly (I don't think this is spoilery; admin with yr crazy admin power edit if you disagree)
So I keep hearing talk of a great episode. Sadly, I can't confirm this since there's a baseball game on.
Which, you know, should make this week's column very interesting...
Mal appears to have abandoned the tight-fitting camel-colored pants and brown coat in favor of white pinstripes with an odd matching navy blue cap. The entire cast is no longer carrying guns but, rather, sturdy wooden bats.
The episode's theme seems to be...genitalia manipulation. Which is clearly a metaphor for sexual politics and...oh I give up.
Go Yankees!
Anne W. - Oct 05, 2002 5:43:08 am PDT #220 of 10000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Hi. I'm Rebecca Lizard. I read too much Winterson when I was eleven, and now it is burned into my brain. On the up side, that's when I realized I was a lesbian.
The inimitable Ms. Lizard, in The Quotable Firefly
esse - Oct 05, 2002 9:44:26 am PDT #221 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Connie Neil on the wonders of Wesley, alcohol, and fanfiction (SB):
Scotch--the drink of angst. No getting around it. It's hard to be angsty over a bloody Mary--unless it's really blood and her name was Mary.
If it's a noir Western you could probably get away with tequila, but even then your tortured hero is likely to be hunched over a bottle of whiskey. Vodka and schnapps would work well in some old, grey city filled with existential woe. Boilermakers involve whiskey, don't they? If he was lurking around the office, a boilermaker might work.
But when you're dealing out the real, low-down, end-of-your-rope angst, the poetic drink is whiskey.
The only ones who do angst well with wine is some smelly, grey-haired guy in a tattered coat, huddled in some boxes in an alley, and it turns out he used to be a succesful surgeon or brilliant musician, until That Day. And then he's most likely swilling down Thunderbird or Mad Dog 20/20.
Ellen S. - Oct 05, 2002 7:21:05 pm PDT #222 of 10000
there is something to be said for the lyric and imperial attitude / believe that everything is for you until you discover that you are for it
(Clearing stuff off old floppies - most of these are from early 2001)
Shrift - "We are Porn. Resistance is a turn-on."
AllysonGrrl - Oh, and I finally ordered cable. I will be unable to communicate with you for awhile, because I will be busy undulating to the rhythm of my own brain oozing out of my left ear.
Elena B - My first few posts are me taunting everyone because I get to see Buffy on Mondays. And then, by my sixth or seventh post I'm waxing pornosophical.
Erin G. - (on writing) I returneth to the writing as a dog to its vomit...and it just doesn't get easier! But it's like crack! Frustrating crack! With a lot of exclamation points!
Betsy Hanes Perry - Oh, I think I can trust Angel to save the world. Just not maintain it.
Matt the Bruins fan - There's good taste in clothing, and then there's knowing what good taste looks like so you can snap it in the face with your salmon-colored feather boa..
BHP - A mighty fortress is our Google.