In which
Typo Boy
realizes 'tis the Season(s):
Happy Hannukah, Merry Christmas, Good Ramadan, Happy belated Hindu festival of lights, Happy Kwanza, Blessed Solstice, an early Happy New Year, a recrimination filled Festivus, many bargains at the after Christmas sales, and whatever other greeting is appropriate to the favored holiday of all Buffistas this season.
Er - that's all.
Happy merry, and merry happy
Gar
In
Natter 19...
msbelle:
Just found out that Dad bought himself a book that I had bought him for his much delayed Father's Day gift. LOSER!
Jesse:
msbelle, doesn't your dad know the rule about not buying yourself anything in December?!? Come ON.
DXMachina:
Heh. I constantly violated this rule when I was married.
That's probably why I'm not anymore, isn't it...
ita:
He has a daughter who doesn't know the rule about buying Father's Day gifts in June, so what do you expect?
ita, who is house-cleaning:
My god. Closet's huge. You could fit the Aragorn/Legolas relationship in there. Sadly, no one thought to do that before I went in searching.
emilyn wrote a nice article for the NY Times about the
Firefly
DVDs, Tim Minear commented upon same, and then we got this:
Michele T.:
Emily *is* a delight, and now she can have Tim's quote to that effect tattooed on her ass, should she so choose. Or not. Um.
emilyn:
Um indeed!
Narrator:
Think of the interesting conversation at emily's next performance appraisal:
NYT Editor -- Um, well, we really ask that our reporters/columnists refrain from permanently marking their bodies with the names of, or comments from, those they cover.
Nilly tries to explain Firefly love to Hannukah guests:
Guests: What are these things that Nilly is petting and hugging?
Me: DVDs of a show you haven't heard of. Though I'll probably make some of you sit and watch it.
Guests: So you can play them on your computer?
Me: No.
Guests: Oh, so do you even have a DVD player?
Me: No.
Guests: So did somebody bring their DVD player?
Me: No.
Guests: Is there any way for you to actually watch what's on the CDs tonight?
Me: No.
Guests: So why did you want T to bring them at all?
Me: To pet.
Tim Minear:
I guess I'll just have to have everyone over when my theatre is done and do it live with Adam and Jose. Please don't slash that.
Sean,
being helpful in
RotK:
Liv, babe... You can't actually speak Elvish. You've just never forgotten your lines.
Madrigal, in Goodbye 2003 on package deliveries:
Still, I probably would have had better results using the Pony Express, which nowadays is probably just some crazy guy with a clydesdale who's really into putting maps to use, but he's got a great work ethic, always delivers the package, and accepts payment in cheap ale and poorly knitted balaklavas.
A Decent Proposal...
Matt the Bruins fan:
Or, if you want to give back some of what you've been getting and drive the family's average blood pressure up over 300, there's always the opting to travel cross-country for an indecent proprosal from a gay redneck rather than attend the family Christmas. I think it wouldn't be too difficult to find a volunteer.