Spike: Lots of fuss over one girl. Other things to do around here--important things. Angel: You know that whoosh thing you do when you're suddenly not there anymore? I love that.

'Unleashed'


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.


askye - Oct 24, 2002 10:35:56 am PDT #503 of 10000
Thrive to spite them

Steph, in Bitches:

So, want to hear about my quasi-prophetic dream last night?

Good.

I had this dream *last night* that there was a mouse in my kitchen that was between the stove and the cabinets, far back enough that I couldn't reach it.

This morning I shuffle into the kitchen and notice a brown blob on the floor in front of the cabiinet under the sink. I think "How did I drop chocolate?" I grab a paper towel, bend down, and the chocolate comes into focus and waves its antennae at me.

Arrrrrrrrrghhhhhh!!!!

Not a big gross water bug, but the small-ish brown roaches -- the kind where, when you see one, you know that 100 are having a roach F2F in your walls, with tiny little too much roach candy, roach corsets, and roach pleather.

I grabbed it with the paper towel, but I didn't grab it firmly enough and it flailed free, hit the floor, and ran between the stove and the cabinets. And I instantly remembered my dream. It was just like the dream, except with a roach instead of a mouse. Weird.

I spent the rest of the morning shaking my fist ineffectually in that direction and yelling "Come out, you bastard, so I can send you back to HELL!!!"

I think my neighbors are afraid of me.


billytea - Oct 24, 2002 11:23:32 am PDT #504 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.

ita, in Natter:

Here's a tip. Take some time to celebrate the really nasty people you didn't have sex with. Look at that rude guy behind the counter at Zingerman who stares at your breasts while he takes your order. You didn't go down on him! Yay, you! And the hobo that yells rude things at you when you walk past him? No sexing for him. The really boring guy in class? So not getting any of your honey.


scrappy - Oct 24, 2002 12:32:07 pm PDT #505 of 10000
Nobody

I think ita's quote should go with Fayjay's "fucking great" in the Buffista Hall of Fame.


Jessica - Oct 24, 2002 1:43:41 pm PDT #506 of 10000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Hec:

Dude, you can't be a gigolo if you don't know how to spell it. Your business cards will look ridiculous.


Theodosia - Oct 24, 2002 1:57:10 pm PDT #507 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"

Emily, enumerating a fanfic prose peeve:

Never use more than two adjectives to describe a body part. Unless, of course, it's papery, vibrating, and bright green.


Rebecca Lizard - Oct 24, 2002 2:46:39 pm PDT #508 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket

giggling like a mad thing


esse - Oct 24, 2002 6:02:21 pm PDT #509 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Smallville--

Ellen: Spreading the Yay, One Ho at a Time.


Kat - Oct 24, 2002 6:53:26 pm PDT #510 of 10000
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

s.a., can you put where that quote is from?

From NAFDA Buffy:

"So along with the funky flowers, Willow's connected to the corpses." - Madrigal.

Funny to me because, it means It's all connected even the really smelly rotty stuff.


Kat - Oct 24, 2002 7:10:08 pm PDT #511 of 10000
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

From Buffy NAFDA - completely non spoilery..

An exchange about ita's sartorial choices:

Lori:

The snakeskin blazer would be stealthy in the right crowd.

Burrell:

Yeah, like the 42nd Annual Pimp Convention in Las Vegas.

Allyson:

It's the right crowd.


Beverly - Oct 24, 2002 11:34:15 pm PDT #512 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Hil in Firefly:

I'm tired and not making sense, even to myself, and I've been redundantly Spanishizing Portuguese people, so I'm going to bed.