Cindy, in Natter:
If a Cubs/Sox series comes to be, it'll truly be about their respective, long-suffering, loyal-to-a-fault fandoms, and the billions they've poured into therapy and bars.
I'm just still trying to puzzle out how they could both lose.
Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty flowered bonnet, I will end you.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Anne W. - Oct 14, 2003 7:28:34 am PDT #4597 of 10000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Jesse - Oct 14, 2003 8:02:14 am PDT #4598 of 10000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
DavidS, in Natter:
You don't know the joy of burning the village of your neighbors, putting them to the sword and wading through the blood of their small pet animals!!! I laugh at your hippielove ways, unless of course you were to offer me tea with home-made scones and devon cream and lemon curd. At which point I will put aside my gorey blade and have a cuppa.
deborah grabien - Oct 14, 2003 10:01:35 am PDT #4599 of 10000
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Never mind the context, here comes Erin in Bitches:
I can't believe I just admitted to trying to scent-mark my couch.
bon bon - Oct 14, 2003 10:28:15 am PDT #4600 of 10000
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
ita, in Angel or Previously or whereeva, on that lady that used to play Kate:
Her role is pretty bland, but her acting takes wooden and ossifies it.
DXMachina - Oct 14, 2003 10:50:32 am PDT #4601 of 10000
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
In Natter, who needs context:
Madrigal: There's no, "Your spirals look like you've got a flaming tampon up your yoni" unless you know a definite way to improve it.
billytea: I'm going to go with, "Take the tampon out".
EpicTangent - Oct 14, 2003 11:13:27 am PDT #4602 of 10000
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
shrift in Natter, context free:
Pop culture war in my head! "SPOOOOON!" "There is no spoon." "Spoon?" "A spoon's dull, you idiot, it'll hurt more."
Theodosia - Oct 14, 2003 11:54:59 am PDT #4603 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"
Tom Scola:
Huh.
Interesting conversation you're having.
It's like I'm in a hospital room covered with third-degree burns, and you all are having a "fire: good or bad?" argument.
I have to leave for therapy now.
Steph L. - Oct 14, 2003 2:26:10 pm PDT #4604 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
In Natter:
ita: As far as I can tell, high school made kids feel bad.
joe boucher: I think that's why we're all here. Not necessarily that every one of us feels that way, but because Joss Whedon did.
DXMachina - Oct 14, 2003 2:29:47 pm PDT #4605 of 10000
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
In Natter:
Betsy: Brains were stigmatized in my hometown.
Phill: I just pictured the chess club running around with bleeding palms.
Betsy HP - Oct 14, 2003 2:43:38 pm PDT #4606 of 10000
If I only had a brain...
Thessaly and Phill, being unintelligibly Bostonian:
Thessaly: Of course, if the Yankees win, it will wicked suck, and we'll have to make a packy run to console ourselves
Phill: It would, I imagine, even be wicked retahhded. Oh the packy. Sometimes I miss my New England college days. There was a conglomerate: Pequod Pizza/Pequod Packy that delivered food and booze. And to round it out, the delivery guy, Pequod Pat, sold Pequod Pot. It was an entire weekend in one phone call.
"Yeah, let me get two large pepperoni pies, a case of Narragansett, a bottle of Jaegermeister, three packs of camel lights. Oh, is Pat delivering tonight? He is? You better throw in an Italian sub too. Thanks."