Trudy, during the discussion of a Hellmouth in Seattle, in the Buffy thread:

And in Seattle you've got Jilli who is sort of a perky counterpoint to the evil. I can just see her sitting at the edge of the hellmouth giggling as flames leap up and lick her toes, Clovis fuming that they don't just go in already, Pete trying to get her credit cards without upsetting her balance...

Thank you, Trudy. That has made my day a bit better.

Me (just setup): I would like to point out that my cat will bite me hard enough to injure only when I've been lying dead on the floor for a day and he's hungry.

Trudy: I've given my dog permission to do this and told my family so.

NOBODY should guilt her out if the find me dead and a little gnawed.

Billytea: Dude. She's a dog. How would they guilt her out anyway, rub her nose in you?

Susan W in Buffy, not spoilery.

And I feel like I always do whenever I see or read a really good story with a Final Epic Battle--just a teensy bit disappointed I don't live in a world where you can hand me a sword and point me toward the evil, but at the same time kinda reinspired for what I believe to be my own calling, such as it is. Like I want to tell the best stories I can, and love my husband with my whole heart, and be the best friend I know how to be, and make my voice heard on issues that matter to me, because that's my fight to make the world a better place, and to be who I was meant to be. My power may be small, but it's still a better world if I use it, than if I let it waste because it's not big enough to fix everything I see broken.

Taken gloriously out of context in Buffy

billytea: Premature ejaculation - it's no longer a secret shame, it's a valid lifestyle choice.

Allyson, Natter:

I never heard of Jondalar's throbbing manhood.

But if I had, Cosmo would suggest that Ayla soak her hand in lubricant and tickle his scrotum.

In Light Bulbs: Daniel C. Jenson: I don't know everything, that's why I have the Buffistas.

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And in Firefly: victor infante: in the universe of my head, Faith can have Kaylee. And I can have popcorn.

Buffistechnology-- ita mentiones an article and meara explains it all

ita: Bug In Trend Micro Anti-Spam Software Blocks All Mail Containing The Letter "P"

meara: Well, I think we all know how dangerous the letter P is! POOL starts with P. Rhymes with T. Which starts TROUBLE! And by trouble I mean...porn. Which ALSO starts with P. You see????

In F2F, an exchange that left me whimpering. The context: Hec, suggesting Teppy should contact Tim for an outtakes reel, and Teppy refusing.

Teppy: Okay....NO. But thanks for thinking of me, all the same.

Hec: My god, but you are a crap weasel of cowardly non-interaction. He sent you script pages! You just hit reply and beg and abase yourself in an act which will cause you excruciating humiliation and self-consciousness. What's the big?

Teppy: Gee, when you put it *that* way...NO.

Aimée, Daniel C. Jensen, and Erin G. in Bitches...

Aimée:

Ok, if you really listen to the lyrics of "Mandy", they really fit the Angel/Buffy thing. A teeny bit of reaching, but mostly, it's there. Wierd.

Daniel:

Hmmm...

"Shadows of a man, a face through a window

Passion!

Cryin' in the night, the night goes into morning.

Ooh! Angel was a bit weepy back then..

Just another day happy people pass my way

Looking in their eyes I see a memory

I never realized how happy you made me."

Yeah, well, it made you Angelus!

Oh Buffy... I left you......

Erin G:

I remember all my life 
raining down as cold as ice. 
Shadows of a man, 
a face through a window cryin' in the night, 
the night goes into 
Morning just another day; 
happy people pass my way. 
Looking in their eyes, 
I see a memory I never realized how happy you made me. 

Oh Buffy well, 
you came and you gave without taking, 
but I sent you away. 
Oh, Buffy well,
kissed me and stopped me from shaking, 
and I need you today. 
Oh, Buffy! 
I'm standing on the edge of time; 
I've walked away when love was mine. 
Caught up in a world of uphill climbing, 
the tears are in my mind and nothin' in rhyming. 

Oh Buffy well, 
you came and you gave without taking, 
but I sent you away. 
Oh, Buffy well, 
kissed me and stopped me from shaking, 
and I need you today. 
Oh, Buffy! 

Yeah, terrifyingly enough, it works pretty well. Scary that the song that works so well for the deathless (and deathful) passionate lurve twixt BuFfYNAnglE is really a scary love song to a beagle.

Hmmm.

From Natter:

Jess Pmoon

a man who wanted to start a business making golfbags from the skin of whales' penises

I'd love to have seen the market research that went into determining there was a demand for these.

Daniel C. Jensen

I keep thinking about a whale waking up after a drunken party to find his penis gone and...

Steph L.

Daniel, that's just a whale urban legend.