Daniel C. Jensen in Angel - very spoilery:

Scene:

A small stage highlights a room at Caritas III, opened in the old ballroom at the Hyperion.

Lorne sighs, and relaxes, finally. There are two empty Sea Breeze glasses on the table. He raises a third to his lips and slowly sips. He sets it down.

Turning to his right, across the table, he Speaks to Angel. "Thanks sugarcakes, this is perfect. Just the place i needed to relax after a day at Wolfram and Hart."

"No problem, Lorne," replies Angel. "I can't believe we didn't think of this earlier. But I have to go. If you have any problems, let me know. I need to go corall Spike. He took the Viper again." Angel gets up to leave, and Lorne waves goodbye with his Sea Breeze and waits for the first performer onstage.

As Angel makes his way to the door, a short muscular man in plain blue jeans, white tshirt and cowboy boots takes the stage behind him. The man carries a guitar, and his bare arms are covered with strange markings and runes.

He adjusts the microphone and begins playing the guitar. Just as Angel reaches the door, he hears the song.

"If I had a hammer..."

Context?

Betsy: There poor Foo is, stumbling around a quasi-Serbian Ruritania, wondering why everybody giggles when he introduces himself.

In Previously, on A/C, edited highlights:

P.M.Marcontell:

And Cordelia boinking Bon Bon remains less nausea inducing than Cordelia yammering at Angel about love and seeing what he'd done, and feeling his pleasure, and CHRIST, A/C makes me want to poke my eyes out. With forks. And then rub salt in them.

Matt the Bruins Fan:

You're far more charitable than I. It made me want to poke Greenwalt's eyes out. With forks. And then rub salt in them.

P.M.Marcontell:

Eh, he gave me naked Wes in 3x22.

So, y'know, I kinda owe him a fruitbasket, Crapture notwithstanding.

Madrigial Costello:

in "Waiting in the Wings" I almost got the impression that Angel was seeing Cordy as more of a mother for Connor than a lover for himself. He'd rejected Fred as too crazy, Lorne as too feminine, Kate as too anti-vampire, Anne as not on the show enough, and Joyce as too dead.

Matt the Bruins Fan:

the only way it possibly could have worked would have been to keep their siblingesque friendship and snarky exasperation with each other's BS and just add a sexual component to it. Instead, we got Wuthering Depths.

Betsy HP, in Literary, on properly learning the steps of a thing:

If I walk into Krav class and the instructor says "Redirect the weapon", and I say "But what if there's a boatload of nuns behind me?", the instructor is going to say "REDIRECT THE WEAPON."

First you learn to redirect the weapon. Then you learn what to do when there's a boatload of nuns present.

DCJ in Angel, non-spoilery.

"This package is addressed to you."

"Who's it from?"

"It says 'asspull.'"

Betsy HP, in Music:

I just got a Britney Spears ad from Yahoo:

"Me Against The Music".

As I always suspected, really.

Nilly in Natter:

Edit: Of course, first I typed "I, Perkins", as if you were a stuttering Roman emperor and your wife was about to poison you and your mad step-son (whose palace I visited in Rome!) was about to inherit your title. I think that even a workday may be better than that, though you probably wouldn't get a book and a TV show about it.

Natter:

Betsy: ita, am I correct in thinking that if I came at you with, say, an Eddie Izzard signature lipstick, you could generalize the krav knife defense into dealing with it?
ita: Well, assuming you were trying to hit me in knifey places, sure. If you're sneaking up on me to do a makeover, that's something we haven't covered yet. And judging by some of the instructors' Halloween costumes, they have no idea how to protect themselves from antagonistic makeup.

And some more Natter:

Gudanov: Chocolate can do many things, it's the duct tape of food.

and as a follow up to one of the upthread postings:

ita: Well, assuming you were trying to hit me in knifey places, sure. If you're sneaking up on me to do a makeover, that's something we haven't covered yet. And judging by some of the instructors' Halloween costumes, they have no idea how to protect themselves from antagonistic makeup.

Betsy:Mary Kay eye for the Krav Guy!