Ken in Bitches, putting newly acquired knowledge to good use.
now I can ask him how much he enjoys his "cow-piss enameled crunchy-treats".
Gunn: Well, how horrible is this thing? Lorne: I haven't read the Book of Revelations lately, but if I was searching for adjectives, I'd probably start there.
'Hell Bound'
Coffee On My Monitor
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smonster - Jul 02, 2003 3:39:38 am PDT #3826 of 10000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Calli - Jul 02, 2003 5:53:21 am PDT #3827 of 10000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Maybe it's my teacher's kid history showing, but I found this hilarious:
Madrigal Costello: I was thinking Kat and I could do a cross-country clue-shoveling of the people who've committed these wrongs in academia. The positives are getting to travel, witnesses being unable to identify us, and meeting new people, then whacking them with shovels.
Kat: But the downside is that asshat administrivia types in academia are a dime a dozen. We could strike one down with a shovel, Madrigal, and like a Heather, another would rise to replace it.
deborah grabien: I'd say there's all sorts of academia-related people who could use a cluestick smack. Kat, Madrigal, good grief.
Madrigal Costello: Okay, so we track down their red scrunchie of power, or their red scrunchie of power equivalent, and then destroy it in the fires of Mordor, or feed it to an ocelot.
DXMachina: Yes, but you'd still get to hit an incompetent boob with a shovel. That's an end in and of itself.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Jul 02, 2003 6:50:05 am PDT #3828 of 10000
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
In Buffy, discussing people appearing in adverts:
Beverly:
And Robia La Morte is in a Wall Street Journal commercial.
Ken Buddha:
I thought she didn't want to play the first evil anymore?
smonster:
And KenSnerk Co., llc stock rises ten points due to a strong start in the new fiscal year.
Frankenbuddha - Jul 02, 2003 7:56:40 am PDT #3829 of 10000
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Hmm - post seems to have been lost, but I wanted to say getting COMMed twice on my birthday is bestest present a boy could get.
Err, now if someone could put the "to" in that I should have put between "want" and "play" I'd be even more obliged. I corrected it in the Buffy thread.
amych - Jul 02, 2003 8:03:49 am PDT #3830 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Done, Ken. Now you can't say I didn't get you anything for your birthday.
smonster - Jul 02, 2003 8:18:39 am PDT #3831 of 10000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
erika does spike... one better. re: hec's new job
Inspired by compliments indulgent, The Bitches pass on jobma most effulgent. (Ha! Knew I could do better than "bulge in 't")
Frankenbuddha - Jul 02, 2003 8:23:42 am PDT #3832 of 10000
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Muchos gracias, amych!
erikaj - Jul 02, 2003 8:26:24 am PDT #3833 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
And, smonster, if Spike would do me, I would buy him a rhyming dictionary and a thesaurus.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Jul 02, 2003 9:40:15 am PDT #3834 of 10000
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
COMMin above post, please: erika:
if Spike would do me, I would buy him a rhyming dictionary and a thesaurus.
Mostly because it's something I've thought before now and never got around to articulating.
juliana - Jul 02, 2003 10:32:12 am PDT #3835 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
catching up in Dude....
Nutty:
I don't know, but I think, if I had a choice, I would work really hard not to name my child after the soap-operatically doomed hero of yore who lost his elf-love, impregnated his amnesiac sister, and died a ravening madman. Just, you know, a personal thing, like not naming my child Stalin or Nimrod or Grover Cleveland.