MechaKrelboyne: And here I thought I'd excised the Buffy movie from all space and time. I don't remember much of it, but it doesn't seem the kind of thing to play to his strengths. Now Blood of Heroes, there was a Rutger Hauer movie. Post Apocalyptic football using a dog skull.

Elena's Husband:

Post Apocalyptic football using a dog skull.

...To be fair, all of the pigs would be used for methane production, so it's unlikely anyone will be getting their skins.

MechaKrelboyne: Oh, very much so. Given their options, dog skull seems quite reasonable.

Hil R.:

I hated Who Want to Be a Millionaire. I like fast-paced trivia shows. It drove me nuts to listen to everybody trying to puzzle out an answer. (Several of my friends told me that I wasn't allowed to watch that show with them anymore, because I'd start shouting, "You're an idiot! How can you not know that? And if you don't know it, just shut up, because you're not going to be able to figure it out! Either you know it or you don't, and you don't so you lose, and just get out of that chair and let's get to some more questions!" Um. I can get a bit over-involved.)

Cindy, commenting on a news item in Natter 8:

It's Groundhog Day. Punxsutawney Phil, saw his shadow this morning so more winter weather is on the way.

Little rat bastard.

Anne:

Hec, how do cat owners drive you nuts? Is it because we inisist on talking about our ickle-snooky-wooky-sweetiepies nonstop?

Hec:

Because [some cat owners - not the Buffistas surely] take a nice furry lizard creature with a brain the size of a walnut, whose only ambition is to sleep, nip through the spinal cords of small creatures and bite while having sex and pour all of [their] neuroses onto them until the cats look like a weird mirror of intimacy issues staring back at their owners blankly. Which their owners interpret as love. But, of course, this does not apply to the Buffistas at all. Other people. Who talk about their cats in that insane kind of wrapped-up-in-them way.

ita:

Some people are like that about cats, some are like that about The Beatles.

Sophia Brooks:

I really need to get going-- but I just emptied my purse looking for my ATM card and I have, in addition to normal purse things the following: THREE tape measures, red paint, glitter, a package of elastic, a USB cord. and a card from a card catolog for "Titanium and its Compounds". WTF?

Nilly in Natter:

and excuse me if you've talked about it already, I'm such a skipper I should have a boat

Now that's funny. Call it the Minnow.

In Angel, but nonspoilery:

Cindy: You know, before the Champion thing became the new black on Angel, I used to have this whole big riff on how Buffy is a hero and Angel is a champion.

Billytea: Maybe you could rewrite it with Angel as a champignon. There seems to be a consensus that the latest ep demonstrated how much in the dark he really is.

From Firefly a la Footprints in the Sand:

melsta quoting Adam Baldwin from the Official Firefly Board

"Keep believing, Joss will figure something out... He loves us."

Laura

and he is not alone.

and Allyson

And when there was only one set of footprints in the sand, it was Joss, stalking behind you, planning to give you a wedgie.

Jess PMoon in Bitches

the customer is 98% of the time wrong like a Parker-Riley sandwich and lying through their teeth to get a free somethingorother.