Book: Afraid I might be needing a preacher. Mal: That's good. You lie there and be ironical.

'Safe'


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.


Elena - Dec 22, 2003 10:27:38 pm PST #5120 of 10000
Thanks for all the fish.

(for the 6th time)

MechaKreylboyne posting secret message in Atlantic Canadians

So I'm looking at the rather mysterious message I've recieved in the post. Is it a warning of some sort? A threat? A request for aid? Only one way to know ...

t Rolls D20 ... gets 20.

Dammit. Never on a strike roll, always the way.

t Santa ATTACKS, with Claw/Claw/Cheerfulness, doing 37 points of damage, and forcing a saving throw vs Christmas Spirit, which is passed.

t two Reindeer ATTACK, each with Hoof/Hoof/Antler, doing a total of 11 points of damage.

t Rudolph ATTACKS with Hoof/Hoof/Shiny Red Nose, doing no damage, but forcing a saving throw v. Blindness, which is passed. This will end badly.


Katie M - Dec 23, 2003 7:27:34 am PST #5121 of 10000
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies

shrift in Natter, speaking Truth:

I have a leftover blueberry bagel.

In theory, it's a bagel; in practice, it's more of a special-needs muffin.


Nilly - Dec 23, 2003 7:42:26 am PST #5122 of 10000
Swouncing

Oz-ing in Natter:

Fred Pete: I just realized that a lot of us have phrased our taglines in the form of a question. (Look at the 6420s of this thread for some examples. And my tag for another.)

If I were pretentious, I'd write a long, rambling post about how this trend symbolizes the Buffista search for meaning in an increasingly uncertain world.

Instead, I'll just say, "Huh."


erinaceous - Dec 23, 2003 7:46:25 am PST #5123 of 10000
A fellow makes himself conspicuous when he throws soft-boiled eggs at the electric fan.

Matt the Bruins Fan in Angel Spoilers, not spoilery in the main (unless you don't know how Matt feels about DB):

whitefonted part is the only thing that may be current-season spoilery for the most spoiler-sensitive.

Isn't he the best celebrity ever? Great discovery story, developed from wooden acting to a nuanced multi-faceted performance, looks like that, does 80% of his own fight scenes, happily plays up the HoYay! without a peep of complaint, very vocally respectful of his folks, fan-friendly, plays celebrity hockey, drops non-sequiturs constantly, and dresses like a demented circus clown... it's like I had him made to order!


Matt the Bruins fan - Dec 23, 2003 8:01:40 am PST #5124 of 10000
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

Erin, given "Innocence," "First Impressions," "Couplet," and most especially "Dead End" and "Carpe Noctem," I don't think the whitefonted sentence is especially indicative of this season. ;-)


Cass - Dec 23, 2003 8:03:44 am PST #5125 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.

Nilly explains it all in Natter

Rio: How you remember all this stuff I DO NOT KNOW.

Nilly: This is sort-of how it went: Rio! I haven't "seen" Rio in a long time! Hmm, when was the last time I've 'seen' her? (drink of water) Oh, I know! It was last week when I was all tired from the day of TAing a double lesson and seeing her was a nice up-point. Oh, and didn't she say then that it was 3 weeks more for the crutches? I think I figured out then that it would be until somtimes inside 2004, so it had to be 3 weeks (counts with fingers), couldn't be less. And since today was another lesson, which means that the former timing was a week ago, this leaves (counts with more fingers) two weeks, right? And a little longer before the yoga can return to normal, perhaps. What was I trying to think about? Yoga? Ah, Rio! Why? Oh, look, a shining screen, let's see what's written on it.

[Edit: So, what you want is not my brain, what you want is my fingers. And they're not tasty.]


deborah grabien - Dec 23, 2003 9:11:04 am PST #5126 of 10000
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

OK, I just got sick laughing.

Miracleman in Bitches, in re Christmas elves hiding under his keyboard:

Are a;lrjket not. I'm fully aw;qwl;kennv082u aware that Christmas elves wouldn't venture this far south until qlwkejnvas GODS DAMN IT Christmas Eve.

Look, you short little fuckos, if you're going q;o4iwj=0432? to mess with my typing, at least pass on to your boss that I could really use a new deuterium injection system for my tokamak.

alsdkj=w498


erinaceous - Dec 23, 2003 9:27:21 am PST #5127 of 10000
A fellow makes himself conspicuous when he throws soft-boiled eggs at the electric fan.

scrappy, in Natter, 700 posts ago:

The only way a freezer would keep me from eating homemade fudge would be if it was padlocked, sunk to the bottom of the ocean, and guarded by sharks.


sj - Dec 23, 2003 11:09:22 am PST #5128 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Gleebo in Firefly:

Tim could have a great show to counter Tru Calling. He could have someone killed in a bloody orgy of death, then after they are dead they turn to him and say "Try harder, not gruesome or ironic enough". Then the whole day starts over and he is left to find a much more terrible form of murdering the same person all over again.


billytea - Dec 23, 2003 11:42:46 am PST #5129 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.

Deena, in Bitches:

I have two cast iron frying pans and a cast iron griddle. If I had a prehensile tail, I could beat him from three different directions.