Since you asked, from the FAQ:
Q. How many Buffistas does it take to screw in a light-bulb? [PersephoneMoon - TT.QB.1768]
A. Seven. One to screw it in and six to debate whether full spectrum light bulbs would give vamps a rash. [Jon B - TT.QB.1769]
A. Plus one more to set up a poll on which kind of light bulb to use. [David J. Schwartz - TT.QB.1770]
A. No. One to set up a poll to decide on a title for the "Would Full-Spectrum Light Bulbs Give Vampires a Rash In The Jossverse" Table Talk thread. [Jon B - TT.QB.1771]
A. And another to set up the threads, "The Lantern, the Torch, and their Lampshades," "Bulbista Bureaucracy," and "Torchiere&Halojen4EVAH!" [DXMachina - TT.QB.1772]
A. Twenty-one. One to set up a poll on what to title the light bulb-changing ceremony. Two to research which high-efficiency light bulb will encourage more people to de-lurk. Three to blame Anya, Tara and/or Dawn for letting the light bulb burn out in the first place. Four to sob that Joyce will never again change a light bulb. Five to rhapsodize about how hot Spike would look changing the light bulb. And six to complain about how the new light bulb isn't as exciting as the light bulbs from the earlier seasons. [David J. Schwartz - TT.QB.1773]
Daniel C. Jensen does some expert playing:
From the Random Alanis Generator, it's all about what you put in the fields, folks:
"Why"
Emails, Viagra, Mortgages
Why God, Why?
Viagra, Nigerians, Spammers
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this blue horror?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of Spammers
Like a Keats character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
Softwares, emails, nekkid teens
Why God, Why?
Spammers, nekkid teens, Mortgages
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this blue disaster that is my life?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of Spammers
Like a Keats character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this blue misery?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of Spammers
Like a Keats character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
- Random alanis Generator
[edited to make formatting prettier]
Oh, the lightbulb jokes! My tagline over on WX is still "Halogen Bulbs -- Brilliant AND Hot!"
The inimitable
Elena
Chez
Bitches:
I'm here. Let the rejoicing begin.
Put down the Orb of Osiris - I didn't say re-Joyce-ing.
In Bitches:
Deena,
on her youngest son:
He's also officially outgrown his first outfit. The scramble to keep him decently covered until he's 18, gainfully employed, or becomes a nudist has begun.
Daniel C. Jensen, about his Freedom Fries song which is rapidly expanding in popularity:
Holy Frell. I created a monster, and it is rampaging through the village. Beth's DH apparently added a torch or two and now it is lumbering down the path.
Elena, in Bitches
And I like silk and gold thread and diamonds and cashmere plucked from goats in the Alps woven into a gossamer webs by pretty boys dressed only in glitter.
[Ed. note. And really, who doesn't?]
Not funny, just too touching to lose.
Deb
in Bitchy Fic
When Joanna (24 in June) was small, she had one of the great portmanteau words ever: Yesternight.
There was no such thing as a timeline, you see, not in her four-year-old head. Everything that had ever happened was done, past, together in a vast moving ballroom of mythos, human tragedy, divine comedy, sex, war, love, death, all of it. It all happened yesternight. The Titanic hit an iceberg and went down. When? Yesternight. Mom, I finished my cereal and gave Gadabout the rest of the milk to lick. When? Yesternight. The first ancestors of man crawled out of the primordial ooze and lay in warm sunlight. When? You got it, babe. Yesternight.
I adored the gestalt of that, the Zen behind it, and I still do. Today, this morning, it's almost unbearably poignant. Yesternight, I had no multiple sclerosis. Yesternight, this country was a democracy and the rest of the world, while occasionally pissy, was something we were a part of. So many things, so many so many so many, all gone and changed and ruined.
Yesternight. I'd like it back.
