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?]
Buffy: So how'd she get away with the bad mojo stuff? Anya: Giles sold it to her. Giles: Well, I didn't know it was her. I mean, how could I? If it's any consolation, I may have overcharged her.
'Sleeper'
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.
Calli - Mar 17, 2003 7:02:46 am PST #2991 of 10000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Jessica - Mar 17, 2003 9:11:04 am PST #2992 of 10000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Cindy, in Natter:
Proposal: I move we discard the current reality and all live in Dana's head reality.
Ballot, Item 1:
This reality sucks, we should all live in Dana's world.
Yes: A yes vote means you can read
No: A no vote means you suck
Please send your votes to: I_can't_fucking_stand_this@Buffistas.org
P.M. Marc - Mar 17, 2003 10:53:10 am PST #2993 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
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.
Rebecca Lizard - Mar 17, 2003 11:31:16 am PST #2994 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
Aww.
Damn.
Java cat - Mar 17, 2003 11:54:16 am PST #2995 of 10000
Not javachik
Gus, late night Sunday in Natter 9:
Uh,oh. Inebriated poster with a wireless laptop. I am in a bar right now and it is fucking fabulous. (Y Fabulous MV. Radically.)
Have been reading COFF aloud to fellow sots. It’s a hit. I’m a hit. I could get laid. Yay, Buffistas!
Later:
For the record: Six slurring sots have just sung (bellowed) Daniel's Freedom Fries song in a crowded bar. And it was fucking great.
Uh, it sounded like The Philosopher's Song of Monty Python fame. Sorta. Mostly. One of the lady sots can actually sing. Lady sots did the alternate lines. Like this ...
Bellowing male sots: OH, I went to buy some freedom toast Actually singing lady sots: and when I got there they had none,
...so on.
still later:
... some nonsense about the bar closing. Fascists. Signing off. Keep your virtual fingers crossed on the outcome, Buffistas... {smoochies}
and, the morning after:
A large colony of muskrats have nested in my mouth during the night. Somewhere, someone is abusing a symphonic tympani.
Learn by my example, Buffistas. Alcohol is not your friend.
amych - Mar 17, 2003 12:51:30 pm PST #2996 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
In Natter:
Jesse: Hello, pot? This is the kettle. YOU"RE BLACK.
ita: It's not black. It's Houseware-American.
Jon B. - Mar 17, 2003 2:55:28 pm PST #2997 of 10000
A turkey in every toilet -- only in America!
From Angel (non-spoilery), Hayden speaks for the y-chromosomed portion of the board membership:
lyra Jane - I mean, you can't die instantly from a punctured testicle, can you?
Hayden - A guy would never ask this question.
Trudy - Did you know a penis can get broken?
Hayden - I'm sorry. I can't read the screen with my hands over my eyes like this.
(Ed. note: I know there was more, but I'd rather not think about it)
Theodosia - Mar 17, 2003 3:54:23 pm PST #2998 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"
Hil R.:
OK, somewhat amused, but not really surprised, at the map leaving off Australia. I'll probably be ranty about it later, but I've ranted a lot to people today and I'm kind of off the rantyness for now.
Theodosia - Mar 17, 2003 4:09:26 pm PST #2999 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"
Madrigal's suggested ending for Buffy:
Really, instead of staking, I'd like it if the ending mirrored "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back" by having Spike track down everyone who's posted online and either slapping them around or shagging them or both.
John H - Mar 17, 2003 4:21:37 pm PST #3000 of 10000
Nutty, in Natter, trying to elucidate a series of puns about Poles:
For the record, "a ten-foot pole" is punny because "Pole" is an old-fashioned way of saying person-from-Poland. And there's this whole part where "pole" or "tent-pole" is a euphemism for penis, so a ten foot pole can be construed as a gigantically priapic Polish guy. And then there's this other part where "I wouldn't touch him with a 10-foot pole" is replied to with "How about a 6-foot Swiss?" and then it gets very silly and/or into cheese jokes, and then the conversation devolves into giggling.
And you know what? Jokes are less funny when you are explaining them.