Amber B., from Angel spoilerly:

Gotta love that Angelus - he's well-read, insightful, witty - if it weren't for that insane mass murderer thing, he'd be damn near perfect.

billytea in bitches reporting his younger brother's reworking of 'Oh Tannembaum':

O canteloupe, O canteloupe Why do you taste of grapefruit? O canteloupe, O canteloupe You've ruined my best dinner suit O lovely ti-i-iny canteloupe You're smaller than... an antelope... O canteloupe, O canteloupe Why do you taste of grapefruit?

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connie neil in Previously: "speci-fic: one of the hundreds of fics that you've read that had a fairly cool idea that you wish was canon so you could use it in your own fic"

Angel, spoilery:

Jesse:

He did NOT just say "big, hard, thing."

amych:

He did. And yet, I was on giggle-delay about the line. It failed to sink in at first, because I was so expecting him to say, "It's a description of the beast. It says big... rubber... disco... satan."

Please tell me I'm not the only one.

edited to spoiler font for Opera

Nonspoilery, in Angel:

PMM: <pause pedantic, because we all know that pedantic doesn't have an /.>

Please note -- Opera closes formatting tags with a new paragraph. So if you use double-enter between the lines of your quote, you're going to have to close and open your font tags each time.

Grrrrrr. Thanks, ita.

DXMachina, in Dude, Where's My Precious?:

I agree that fantasy (and SF) worlds must have a set of underlying rules that can't be broken, but I'm not sure that the rules have been broken here. Middle Earth has the same physical laws as this Earth. Water still flows downhill everywhere we see it, and a waterfall acts like a waterfall. Still, it's also been shown in the books that, given enough magical power, some of those physical laws might be nudged a little here and there. If Manwe did have a reason for wanting Boromir's corpse to make it unscathed down the falls, then I suppose it could happen. However improbable, there was already a minute chance that it could make it down intact. Magic can be seen as the ability to make the improbable probable.

It's no more improbable than Gandalf surviving his plunge with the Balrog. How improbable was that?

Aragorn: But I saw you fall.

Gandalf the newly white: Didn't I ever tell you about Balrogs, boy. Balrogs bounce!

Natter:

Shrift: I don't want any part of a contest that I can't win with apathy and snark.

From the same post as above:

Shrift: In my hometown, the bowling alley is the happenin' scene. Social hotspot. It's a dark, smoke-filled skank of a bowling alley where old men are curled protectively around their beer and the women's hairstyles are proof that the '80s are still hanging on by their Lee Press-on Nails.

From Bureaucracy:

Wolfram: Cool, my first earworm. Take that, Khan.