eta: That was DCJ
Twas not me and I am huffy about only as it is my dream car that is getting all Gates-y and making me cringe...
Whatever happened to the still beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.
Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
Cass - Jul 31, 2003 4:29:22 pm PDT #4126 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
DCJensen - Jul 31, 2003 5:05:05 pm PDT #4127 of 10000
All is well that ends in pizza.
actually the quote I'm responding to is:
Beth's DH "Spike's Bitches 8: Big Gay Pirates" Jul 31, 2003 5:30:34 pm PDT
juliana - Jul 31, 2003 5:26:38 pm PDT #4128 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Trudy, in Bitches:
I'm big with the God of the Hebrews but he NEVER does that. He sends angels to whisper in your ear to knock you up, there's just no foreplay.
Theodosia - Jul 31, 2003 5:44:46 pm PDT #4129 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
JZ:
Does one really have to apologize for thinking Jags are pieces of shit? From what I've heard from people who own Jaguars (or, mostly, read, since I don't actually know that many Jag owners), this is common knowledge. The Jaguar is universally accepted, even by those who love it, as a car of singular beauty and fragile health, the consumptive of the automotive world, forever turning its sleek and rosy chassis to cough up delicate spatters of various oils and lubricants into its lace-trimmed Italian leather handkerchief.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Jul 31, 2003 11:01:53 pm PDT #4130 of 10000
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
I think Trudy's line (which juliana commed in #4128) is funnier if you have the quote she was replying to:
amyparker:
I had a long talk with the Goddess about all of this last night, and the upshot was that if She doesn't take steps to make sure that the monthly amusement does not give me grief in the midst of all this, She was going down.
Trudy Booth:
I'm big with the God of the Hebrews but he NEVER does that. He sends angels to whisper in your ear to knock you up, there's just no foreplay.
Theodosia - Aug 01, 2003 5:05:24 am PDT #4131 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Madrigal, on his performance in Daredevil:
Affleck was okay at portraying someone with a handicap, though he seemed unable to portray someone for whom that wasn't some form of mental retardation.
Calli - Aug 01, 2003 5:37:06 am PDT #4132 of 10000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
billytea: Meanwhile, cheery news of the day: Your body (yes, yours) contains about 10 trillion cells.
1 trillion of them are human.
Carry on.
Cindy: What are the other 9 trillion?
billytea: Bacteria, mostly. The swingin' hot spot is the lower digestive tract.
Yes, you are outnumbered. Just keep sending down the twinkies and no one gets hurt.
beth b - Aug 01, 2003 9:57:12 am PDT #4133 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
deb:
I love cooking.
It's the nearest I get to practicing theology of any kind. I'm pretty sure that at least the Goddess worshippers out there will grok this, on every level: there is just something divine, in the genuine sense of the word, about preparing food.
There's simply no way it can be anything else for me. I mean, taking the bounty of the earth, washing, touching, smelling it, blending them together, the sift of cardamom and the bite of garlic, sweet peppers and fresh huge basil leaves from a pot in the garden, the movement of the knife and watching the fine clean slice and then more of the aroma as the oils are released. Garlic, olive oil, fresh food - I talk to my ingredients, I sing in my kitchen, and all of it, every damned bit, is an offering to the goddess and the universe and the human race and my place in the scheme of things.
Steph L. - Aug 01, 2003 11:12:28 am PDT #4134 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Context be damned....
billytea: I think that if the guy asks me again if I hear voices, I'm going to claim I hear my testicles, and they're plotting against each other.
billytea - Aug 01, 2003 12:00:38 pm PDT #4135 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.
Emily, in Natter:
That Nora. She just never shuts up about her psychic powers. I mean, it's always "Oh, tomorrow it's going to rain," and "Um, guys, I think he's a KGB agent," and "Look out! Falling bookcase!" and "You will die horribly, largely because you refuse to listen to me about the bookcase thing." I mean, enough already!