Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'
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.
Hey, I'm catching up...
Allyson: Sensei got horribly drunk and around 11pm grabbed the mike and started making up his own words to Piano Man. He was Sensei Man. "Oh give me a front kick (does front kick) I'm the Sensei Man..."
DX Machina: Not exactly Mr. Miyagi, is he?
In Natter:
Nilly: Oh, Wednesday is kind of the Hebrew-calendar 'valentine's day'. Well, of course, there's no 'valentine', because that's a Christian saint, IIRC, but way before there was Christianity it was a 'love' day, with girls going to the vines to dance in white (borrowed) clothes, for boys to look at, and even before that there were some 'darker' roots to that custom.
Susan W. - Nilly, is that the one where one of the tribes somehow lost their young women, and were given permission to go kidnap some neighbor girls from a dance? Or am I wildly conflating obscure Bible stories with the plot of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers?
And Susan is on a roll:
When I was old enough to be expected to sit quietly in church but too young to follow sermons well, I used to read those parts of the Bible that most interested me: the cleanliness laws in Leviticus, especially the ones about women bleeding and men "having emissions" (I think that's how the Living Bible put it), the Song of Solomon, and all the apocalyptic bits from Daniel and Revelation. Perhaps it's not that surprising that I'm a Buffista.
In Angel, in May:
Gleebo: Days have names to them now? Huh. I just referred to them as the ones that followed the other one. Or as Buffy day, or Angel day. If they aren't one of the following they are drinking day.
P.M. Marcontell:
Isn't it odd?
I hear there are things called Weekends, where people with jobs live like me for two days before going back to hell, like Persephone, only scattered throughout the year.
Katie M: Organ-smearing? Look, there should be no organ-smearing in Harry Potter. I feel fairly sure of that. Unless it's funny.
Shrift, beautifully non-contextual:
Sometimes, there's really nothing worse than people who think they know you, but never really came close.
(long ago in Literary)
BHP: That's what really hit me: like Hemingway, the focus is on the woman as castrating bitch. You know, I don't have that kind of time. When I need a penis, I borrow it for the duration.
I am mere set-up
Trudy Booth: Why is she working when I JUST showed up to play?
MechaKrelboyne: Maybe because she's a ninja. but ONLY within the confines of the Interweb.
Elena: I'm so glad that I've lulled Mecha into a state of utter disbelief about my Ninjaosity. He'll never suspect it when I cartwheel across his lawn wearing orange pyjamas and kidnap his daughter...
In Natter:
Allyson: You're lucky the thread is closed, otherwise I'd go in and mop the floor with your arse, pal.
billytea: If any item were designed to defeat the purpose of mopping...
Jesse: HEY! Do we have Buffista notification plans in place, Burrell and flea?
Allyson: Sure. Kat will call Burrell, and as per usual, if she does not answer, Kat will automatically assume she's had the baby and call the hospital to confirm. At which point, she'll tell lori, and then ita, and I'll hear about when I get an invite to Monkeypants' first birthday party, and I'll think to myself, "you know, I thought Burrell looked thinner the last time we had brunch."