billytea: They put proboscis monkeys in. Gee, it's got a big nose. Big whoop. Naked mole rats have teeth so big they still stick out even when it's mouth's closed, they're blind, they're hairless, they have no subcutaneous layer of fat, one of the lowest body temperatures of any mammal, and they have the whole eusocial community structure going for them. How do you pass that up?
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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 the Bruins fan:
Predestination, feh. I think God's making it all up as She goes along, just like Chris Carter. That's how we got Bush cast as the male lead when Clinton decided he wanted to move to L.A. to spend more time with Tea Leoni. Or something.
Theodosia in The Minearverse: I've worn the "What Scrappy Said" t-shirt so long it's in tatters and I have to reorder.
Tim Minear, in the Firefly topic:
Writing is like feeling your way through the dark, and having the dark feel you back.
I may be the only one who finds this funny, but I do. So there.
Trudy, talking tech theatre in Natter:
Gobo! THAT'S the name I was looking for!
I knew it sounded like Hobbit.
In Natter...
A Serial Posting Noise Design:
John Wayne Gacy
Huh, looks like I killed the thread...oops.
scrappy:
Killed the thread, buried it in your basement, then did a painting of a clown.
sarameg:
Seeing these baby soldiers makes me cry. Rode to Dallas with this baby girl (ok, she was 19) who had never been on a commercial aircraft before. She was flying home for 2 weeks before she had to ship out to Iraq. I had to reassure her about all the noises and bumps a prop jet makes. Aiieee.
erinaceous, in Natter:
My grandfather (a one-star USMC general) used to demand COMPLETE SILENCE in the house while watching MASH. He called it "holy hour." He later tried to invoke this rule for "The $60,000 Pyramid" too, but my grandmother put her foot down.
In Natter...
Allyson: [ He ] is sweet and juicy and messy like the pomegranate of love. He's not my boyfriend, though.
amych: Who needs a boyfriend when you've got a pomegranate?
In Music:
DavidS: In defense of Tiny Tim, he wasn't just a twee hippie novelty artist. He was an extremely knowledgeable music scholar about music from the 20s and 30s. He was just as capable of singing in a low, Bing-style croon as he was in the upper registers of his falsetto. He really knew that whole era of vaudeville tunes and early recordings and could faithfully reproduce the singing and playing styles of that era.
Jon B.: He was interviewed on WMBR in the late 80's, and was a walking encyclopedia of knowledge. He was also a nut.
Shawn: Let this be a lesson to you lot.
DavidS: Too late for me. Save yourself!