Shrift:

My rep seems to demand a 6' tall tower of terror, where in reality, I'm just a 5'4" slounge of snark.

Madrigal, over in Angel:

Eh, I like the idea of femmy Connor. After he gets over Connor preferring Holtz, and attacking Lorne, and dumping him in the ocean for three months, he'll have the new anguish of dealing with a son who runs like a girl.

Shrift:

If I ever do work up the gumption to finally take over the world and have done so, I think I'll suddenly realize that, hey, I don't like people. The next day I'd quietly leave the world on some random schmuck's front step, the world tucked under a fuzzy blankie in a basket, with a scrawled note hanging from a ribbon, reading: "Plz. care for as if yr. own. Ta ever so."

billytea, in response to the clueless antics of a cow-worker of Dana's, in Natter:

The time she asked boss how she could win Employee of the Month

"Look, I realise it may not have been creating the right incentives to reply 'Kill every other staff member and evade capture until after the award', but seriously, what else could I have said?"

MiracleMan, on politics:

I've often contemplated running on a "lesser of two evils" type of platform.

Something on the order of "Miracleman: I Don't Suck As Much As My Opponent."

Maybe some TV ads saying things like "As [whatever political office], I'll probably surf the 'net, chat with friends and eat all the free bagels. But I'll leave you alone for the most part and can guarantee that tomorrow will be pretty much the same as today. Cast your vote and hurry home 'cause Buffy's on and I've got nachos in the microwave."

Steph L.: Dad, register your ass and then take it out to vote once a year!

BillyTea: Can't help feeling this could set touch-screen voting back by decades...

BillyTea:

Ooh! Ooh! I bring you vital news from England! Today is a day of great significance in Sussex and other parts, known as Hipping Day. To quote from William Henderson's Folk-Lore of the Northern Counties of England:

In Sussex, the 10th of October is fixed as the limit of blackberrying, and they say that the devil then goes around the country and spits on the bramble-bushes... It is held in that county a dangerous thing to go out nutting for fear of encountering the Evil One, though he often comes to the nutters in friendly guise and holds down the branches for them to strip. The devil in his character of nut-gatherer has plainly taken hold of the popular imagination in Sussex, for a proverb is current there, "As black as the devil's nutting-bag."(emphasis mine throughout)

Leaving aside the phenomenal amount of porn therein, does it strike anyone else as remarkably petty for the bleedin' Prince of Darkness to be spending his time hawking up loogies over berry bushes?

DX Machina, in Natter, responding to Kat:

Some people shouldn't be seen in swim suits and SC Justices are one.

Huh, and here I thought the only reason they didn't have their own swimsuit calendar was because there were only nine of them...

ted r - in NAFDA Buffy 1, non-spoilery...unfortunately.

"open-nipple thong bikinis, thigh-high leather boots, spiked collars and whips"

For the record, I was just making a joke, and I have never actually imagined any cast member of Buffy or Angel in an outfit like that.

Except for Oz.

JZ in natter. Context is superfluous:

Every time you skip and skim, Jesus eats a clown.