'Serenity'
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.
Natter:
DXMachina: Lightning looks for the best conductor (for example, lightning rods). It very well could have headed straight for the wiring.
Steph L: That's why I always tried to get my little brother to run around outside during storms.
To save the house.
Heather Alayne:
I'm just going to suggest it to everyone who says they're going on vacation because one day, some buffista will feel sorry for my lack of Buffistaness and visit.
And then, they'll be so enchanted with the place they'll move here, and then we'll convince others to move here. And then, it'll be all about the Dallasistas F2Fs, and Dallasista movie outings and (since Hayden will be working on getting them to Austin) Dallasista/Austinista road trips.
This will also cause a major upset in the 2004 presidential election when the state of Texas goes to write in candidate Joss Whedon and his VP(henchman) Tim Minear.
That's my dream. Well, that and a bunch of stuff about cigars and tunnels.
in Bitches, SA's vicarious glee at ita having snogged some NSync person is overwhelming. (Personally, I remain convinced that the NSync person is the one running around telling all his mates that he met ita! And got to snog her! And she was, like, totally cool, and could have killed him with her pinky finger! etc etc.) And then Billytea cracks me up.
SA: SA is here and is all dying and stuff 'cause THREE DEGREES FROM NSYNC BABY!
Billytea: I'm apparently three degrees from the Crocodile Hunter. Which is about as close as you can get without him trying to haul you up by the legs and pretend you're trying to bite his nose off.
The Empress:!!!!!
Billytea: I believe you misspelled 'Crikey!'.
Discussing the finer points of potato etiquette, in Bitches.
Sean: I take my fries Dutch every now and then
Meara: You make them pay for half of themselves?
In Bitches:
DXMachina: Man, wouldn't it have been cool to have had the internet back in 1776?
Emily (I think): Nah. There'd have ended up being twenty different versions, and just when they thought they were done and everybody'd signed it John Adams'd be all "Could we just slip this bit in here? Just cut and paste it in right under the Bill of Rights, be done in five seconds. Thanks awfully. Yrs Trly in Prst of Frdm frm Tyrnny & Injstc, J.A."
Billytea: Millipedes, however, I'm perfectly comfortable with. I suspect my spindly-leg squick is determined by the length:body mass ratio.
This may explain my love of penguins.
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StephL: My college roommate and I used to offer sacrificial vegetables (from the salad bar in the dining hall) to our radiator. It was an old one, and it banged and rattled and made so much noise we figured it was possessed. So the natural way to deal with it was vegetable sacrifice.
Yup, it was Emily.
erikaj in Literary:
I read so many books because I didn't learn to talk to people till high school
...which I quote with love and the admission that I didn't learn to talk to people until college, so she was way ahead of me.
Raquel:
Overheard in the gym: Guy 1: "Yo." Guy 2: "Yo. Sup?" Guy 1: "Same soup, reheated." Guy 2: "Ah, man, they ain't makin' you use the same bowl?" Guy 1: "Same bowl." Guy 2: "Same spoon?" Guy 1: "Same spoon. But I ain't complainin'; they rinsed it off some."
Guy 2 finishes his set and leaves. Guy 3 enters.
Guy 3: "Hello, James." Guy 1: "Hey, Stephen. How are you today?" Guy 3: "Not too bad, thanks."
Bilingual. I'm so jealous.
Natter:
Perkins:
It's funny that the name conversation came up today. I was in a meeting today with one of the partners and two associates. It's gotten to be kind of a running joke how many different ways the partner will find to say my last name, so at the end of the meeting, when he had to call someone, and introduce everybody in the room, the two associates and I kind of looked at each other, getting ready to giggle.
He called me Lisa.
Allyson:
Start calling him, "Champ."
"You still need that cite, Champ?"
"That precedent was set in 1965, Champ."
"Hey Champ, I'm taking a vacation day tomorrow."
Eventually, he will say, "My name is not Champ."
At which point you can say, "I know. And my name is not Lisa."