Noise Design: For once I actually COULD drop right off to sleep, but noooooooo, my friend with the rectal-cranial inversion has made it such that I'm still up working. I hope his head is warm in there.
Buffy ,'Sleeper'
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.
Matt in Bitches:
A red-splattered colder-than-room-temperature dessert that involves flaming would be the perfect thematic capper for an evening of Angel viewing.
From Natter:
Susan W.
I think the horror that is Evgeny Plushenko's hair has made me immune to more ordinary forms of bad hair on a figure skater.
Matt
Good Lord! Normally you have to resort to an Angel flashback or the audience at a tractor pull to find hair that bad.
Teppy, in Bitches:
After staying at Deb's, my apartment seems so devoid of cats.
joe boucher: What mindwipe? Who's Connor? What the hell are you talking about?
Narrator: Dunno. Do you think we should tell President Gore about all this?
NoiseDesign: Sometimes I really wish I had a soul to sell.
Susan W., in response to someone's worry that they're killing the thread:
I like paranoid, left-leaning rants. They make me feel less alone.
Kat: The downside to Ann Coulter is this... much like a Heather, if you took her down, another would rise to replace her. Isn't she really just Phyllis Schafly but prettied up.
Aimée:
Unless the porn is trying to attack me with a giant french tickler, I don't need to be told what I need protecting from.
Nutty in Natter:
Also, I fear the next MTV generation enough (i.e. those who do things like staple scrotum to thigh, or play dodge ballw ith croquet balls); I don't think I want them all trained in the multiple new and exciting ways to kill people (i.e. me).