Matt the Bruins Fan:

There has to be some point at which guilt by association tapers off—otherwise every person in the world who works in the food industry has served a murderer, rapist, or record company executive at some point and therefore deserves to die.

Madrigal, in Natter (context? There was this whole capybara thing... don't ask):

Egad. Anyone ever asks me what the leading cause of alcoholism among capybaras is, I'm gonna say it's you guys.

Noumenon: Wouldn't Angelus make a great prosecutor? He'd just take the witnesses apart with sarcasm. And intimidate the jury, no problem.

Victor Infante: Of course, he'd eat the jury. And the judge. No, he'd torture the judge, and make the jury watch. And then kill 'em.

On the other hand, he's probably already a candidate for governor.

Context? Whatever for?

billytea in Bitches:

Bush: (looking through binoculars) "Ah don't get it. Is it a dance in mah honor or somethin'?"
Cheney: (dies)

(edited because for some reason, basic brackets disappear when I post them. Bother.)

ita, in Bitches. No context.

Dear Interviewer,

Beth adores black people.

Signed, Black Herself. And Not Even American. So There.

In Buffy 4: Grr. Arrgh.

-t after watching the final UPN broadcast of BtVS:

Sigh. Watched Chosen last night.

I've been getting all nostalgic, remembering the beginning. For me, it was the movie. Actually, an ad for the movie. Pike and Buffy are dancing, and he says "You aren't like other girls," and she answers "Yes, I am." It's a sad, poignant moment, and it got me. I watched the movie. I got excited when I found out about the series, especially, since it was going to star Kendall from All My Children. I faithfully taped my snowy broadcasts out of Sacramento - watching the first season on DVD was quite a revelation of detail for me. I made my boyfriend watch, until he started insisting on it himself. I bought two VCR's so I didn't have to choose between Buffy and my other TV addictions. I named my feral porch cat Patches. I screamed when the Breeders played the theme song to open their show. I eventually found the Buffistas, where I am like other girls.

And now it's all history. The text is complete. I'm back at the sad moment, dancing in the dark. But Buffy left me with a smile. What are we going to do now?

In Bitches, not feeling the Stevie Nicks love.

Sophia Brooks: I just leapt up from almost falling asleep as I just flipped channels and Charlie Rose is on PBS talking to Lindsey Buckingham, who is talking about Stevie Nicks. It is very weird!

Beth's DH: And Lindsay's on the cover of one of my magazines this month. It's a conspiracy to get us all to sing Rhiannon!

amych: My new theory about the repubs is that they're actually just like the Amish, only they're stuck in 1953 instead of 1840.

Theodosia: The first movie that the crew traditionally shows when the last flight has left and they're starting their winter of isolation at the South Pole Station is John Carpenter's The Thing.

Nutty: Hey. That movie is like a training video for living at the South Pole.

1) Always hire a hottie to fly your helicopter. Check in advance to make sure he is still hot in full beard and silly goggles.

2) Dogs? Tie those critters up so they can't go spreading who-knows-what all over the camp.

3) If another group of hardy South Polers disappears? With signs they all tried to kill each other? Sweetie, that's a message for you.

4) Hey, what are you doing investigating disappearances anyway? Do I have to sit you down and make you read To Build A Fire ?

5) If a guy having a heart attack suddenly grows a second head, run away quickly, not slowly.

6) Never, ever leave Wilford Brimley alone in the radio shed. Nothing good can come of this.

Leigh, in Literary:

I caved in to the Potter phenomenon a couple of weeks ago (much to the horror of certain friends of mine, who I suspect, once they figure out that absolutely everyone has taken to this 'breathing' thing like fish to water, will soon die a sad un-oxygenated death)