Because Madrigal's Funny. In Natter: I'm still trying to figure out the odor issue. There are so many young'uns on the east side who rebel against good music and bathing, and get their blonde hair conrowed and their ears disked and who are continually wearing their Phish T-shirts, it almost makes me prefer the proselytizers who sit next to me on the bus. At least, they listen when God tells them to take a shower.
'Shindig'
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 and thessaly in Natter:
I'll infiltrate them in a cloche
I'll sip Pernod, and throw la roche
I'll infiltrate them all! You'll see!
I do not like the bourgeois!
I do not like them down the hall.
I do not like them at the mall.
I do not like our culture's fall.
I do not like them much at all!
Obviously, Sam I Am, we have no choice but to abandon this pedestrian rhyme scheme and throw off the shackles of our opressors while living in small, drafty apartments and staging street theater.
Alas, I can only claim credit for the concept and first couplet. Thessaly did the rest, all by herself.
Jars, in Un-Americans, on the Buffy finale:
Cheers. Apparently I'm filling the Buffy-shaped hole in my life with salt and vinegar crisps, of which I've just eaten 4 packets.
What am I supposed to do with my Thursday nights from now on? I'll have to take up a new hobby like crocheting, or maybe I could join a church group.
See the trouble watching Buffy has kept me out of in my teenage years? I could be a manic, knitting, bible-bashing recluse, instead of the fine upstanding cynic of an atheist that I am today. Society owes Buffy a debt.
Damn, theo beat me to it!
Allyson, in Natter:
Is it still a slur if the people don't exist anymore?
Like, "Look fool, I've had it up to HERE with your Mayan laziness!"
"No, you you didn't pass the air traffic controller exam, you asswipe, you've always been totally Donner Party when it comes to directions.
"You are so full of shit, you're fucking Aramaic."
I am *so* going to use the Donner Party line....
Plei, in Natter:
I have this theory, where Monica was Bill's beard to cover up the affair with Newt, which they knew Hillary would never forgive, and the whole Monicagate was rigged to distract from their sick and wrong tubby manlove.
Jesse: I've got to say, the "bar bar bar" thing cracks me up. I mean, it's thousands of years later, and we have all these words derived in various ways from the way in which the Greeks made fun of other languages. I mean, really. I want to see what becomes of yadda yadda.
In Bitches, w/r/t the Virgin Mary appearing in a window:
Trudy:How come nobody ever thinks it's the face of Satan?
DX:Because they see that every time there's a press conference at the White House.
Madrigal in Unamericans, on who was supposed to Represent the Common Potential:
See, I thought that was Stupid Fucking Hat Girl - which is actually her legal name, though she had to be baptized Stupid Frickin' Hat Girl since her family's Mormon.