(unluckily, as of this moment, PF is down.)
You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends.
Spike ,'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.
deborah grabien - Jun 10, 2003 8:07:48 pm PDT #3620 of 10000
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Jun 10, 2003 11:19:05 pm PDT #3621 of 10000
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
I'm getting into PF okay. I can get the stuff from the COMM thread and repost it here if people want me to. For the time being, though, COMMing directly to here from there:
From Bitches: ita:
They're stroppy baggage, that's what they are.
smonster:
They're pusillinamous anachronisms.
Nilly - Jun 11, 2003 9:43:43 am PDT #3622 of 10000
Swouncing
Human needs, in Natter:
DXMachina: Do you need a VCD, too, Bev?
Beverly: Well, not need like, y'know, shoes, and groceries, and monthly cable. But like a fire in the blood? Like the candy that runs in the veins? Like a visible, watchable two-hour Firefly ep? Oh, yeah, need. Please sir.
billytea - Jun 11, 2003 11:25:38 am PDT #3623 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Steph, in Bitches:
Big Boss just brought me a peanut butter cookie.
I suspect that was this year's raise.
Susan W. - Jun 11, 2003 2:33:52 pm PDT #3624 of 10000
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Betsy, on Anita Blake's behavior in recent books:
Boink city is the least of it. She's lying naked at the intersection of Hello and Sailor with her legs wide open.
juliana - Jun 11, 2003 3:04:42 pm PDT #3625 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
amych, In Bitches, context be damned:
Also, you'll all be glad to know I've evicted the Lutherans in the sink. It's like a counter-reformation in my very own kitchen!
meara - Jun 11, 2003 7:32:41 pm PDT #3626 of 10000
More from Literary:
Katerina Bee: Apparently, befriending monsters shifts the moral scale to accommodate hanging out at Boink City.
Betsy HP: Boink city is the least of it. She's lying naked at the intersection of Hello and Sailor with her legs wide open.
Katerina Bee: Well, yeah, she's spreadeagled at the intersection of Hello and Sailor, but only the one in Monstertown. It's not like she's slutting around with nice guys in Normalville or anything. See? She still has standards!
Am-Chau Yarkona - Jun 11, 2003 11:20:30 pm PDT #3627 of 10000
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
A couple from Bitches:
sumi:
We do so much of this ____ma stuff that when I saw the word "dogma" in an article my first thought was that it had something to do with dogs.
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erika:
any second now my mom is going to say "If the Buffistas jump off a cliff would you jump off a cliff, too?"
Daniel C. Jenson:
Well... Not again.
Calli - Jun 12, 2003 3:48:03 am PDT #3628 of 10000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
From Bitches:
NoiseDesign: I could see MacGyver porn being interesting. Give the man a pop tart and a bicycle inner tube and it's fun for a week.
juliana - Jun 12, 2003 8:14:29 am PDT #3629 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Really, the best decription of gaming I've heard since the Buffy finale....
Aimee, in Bitches:
You testosterone-filled gaming freaks (totally kidding) are going to invade my home, eat my food, yell at my dog and make Trading Spaces unhearable because you are trying to get the rodent dwarf with simsense out of the magical trunk and transported back to the Van Nuys airport without awaking the goblin dogs the mage managed to accidentaly pull out of Atlanta when the 5 of you were astral projecting to get the briefcase from the Elf Fairy that was sitting on a nuclear cloud somewhere over Los Angeles in 2876.