Erika, in Bitches, seeing the bright side in technological ferwonkiness:
I'm so hot the board goes down on me every time it sees me.
Willow: Yes. Hi. You must be Angel's handsome, yet androgynous, son. Connor: It's Connor. Willow: And the sneer's genetic. Who knew?
'A Hole in the World'
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.
billytea - Oct 17, 2003 7:37:33 am PDT #4652 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.
JenP - Oct 17, 2003 7:52:54 am PDT #4653 of 10000
tina f in Building a Better Board, also doing the lemonade out of lemons thing:
As an aside - I am now using the wacky-ness of the Phoenix as my own personal Magic 8 Ball. "If I get an error this time, I am going to go eat another piece of office birthday cake." "If I lose this post, it's a sign to not e-mail that guy." ETC.
erikaj - Oct 17, 2003 8:01:28 pm PDT #4654 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
Mwah, bt, I didn't think it was that memorable, but I guess we've got a Mutual Admiration Society going. I'm only now able to see that. Thanks.
Theodosia - Oct 18, 2003 11:22:18 am PDT #4655 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"
erikaj:
And how much do I love Bill O'Reilly for making me feeling like Anais Nin in comparison...even though I still hate him.
erinaceous - Oct 18, 2003 1:37:00 pm PDT #4656 of 10000
A fellow makes himself conspicuous when he throws soft-boiled eggs at the electric fan.
Madrigal in Natter:
Sarah Jessica Parker must have been seen blowing the wardrober's boyfriend while running over her dog. She's like the Guernica of clothes.
billytea - Oct 18, 2003 8:31:11 pm PDT #4657 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.
Matt, Angel thread, a bit spoilery (for Angel, to be completely clear):
Angel's new apartment apparently had its own moment of true happiness. I've seen Holiday Inn rooms with more soul.
smonster - Oct 20, 2003 9:13:08 am PDT #4658 of 10000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Phill shares a coping mechanism, in Bitches:
I usually squat, keen then rub gravel into my hair. But my parents were a couple of those heretical Christians that lived on top of pillars in the desert flinging their lice at pilgrims. It was always weird having friends over for dinner.
Jon B. - Oct 20, 2003 10:47:12 am PDT #4659 of 10000
A turkey in every toilet -- only in America!
Madrigal in Natter,
I've found if I start by mentioning book groups and activity clubs and other things like that which generate friendships, explaining the Buffistas is less difficult. Still, most don't understand that we don't just sit around saying things like, "I like Buffy." "Yes, I also enjoy watching the television show Buffy: the Vampire Slayer." "I am helping Buffy the vampire slayer retrieve her funds from Nigeria." "BUFFYBUFFYBUFFYBUFFY.....w00t!"
Cass - Oct 20, 2003 11:20:30 am PDT #4660 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.
Emily in Natter 16 (I'm catching up. From the last two weeks.)
You know the real downside of working in science? The fact that people get jaded. They can speed past a sentence talking about mutant mice without even taking a moment to ponder huge French-speaking semipermeable mice with a tendency toward vaporization and cackling ominously. They just think, "Right, mutant mice. And?" And that's sad.
Madrigal Costello - Oct 20, 2003 11:23:46 am PDT #4661 of 10000
It's a remora, dimwit.
Nutty
The other thing with Angel/Lindsey is the whole Freudian symbolic level of interpretation. I mean, you know? YOU! You have severed my arm and thus symbolically castrated me, ending my agency! I must glower at but never fully retreat from you until such time as you grow into the phallic stage and acknowledge the pitfalls of masculinity, and thereby find in yourself the mercy to help me regain my lost hand/penis. And then? We make beautiful music together!
It's all about the Fassbinder.