'Shindig'
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.
Catching up in Natter.
BetsyHP - You know, when Tim threatens to kick your ass, don't worry. When ita threatens... you should worry. Or possibly move out of town.
Tim Minear - Betsy thinks I'm less tough than a backup dancer. Hey -- I have blood on my hands, woman!
ita - I have blood on mine too! Okay, much of it's mine, but still, let's not judge blood.
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ita - Huh. My uncle got a street named after him.
msbelle - Did you tell him you have a moon?
victor infante, in Minearverse:
Don't mind me. I had one of those anxiety moments where I realized I wasn't as funny as I thought I was, and then feared I was kind of rambling into incoherence.
Like SNL, only self-conscious.
Holli, in the Minearverse:
It's funny, though, that I'm a highly desiriable demographic and yet have hardly any disposable income. Neither do most of my peers-- I mean, we're college students, for fuck's sake. My most recent major purchases were yarn, a Wetzel's Pretzel, and a new bra.
Bwah!!!
Miracleman: She doesn't always listen to me. Even though I'm always right.
Except that one time, with the thing and the stuff. But we got the soot off the walls pretty easily.
PM Marcontell: Back. It's, shock of all shocks, cold and wet. And I flew over my house. And Alaska has misplaced my bags. And my husband cut his hair really short. I feel peculiar, like I've flown into some AU Seattle.
Pete, Husband Of Reason: Oh Plei, I'm sorry to hear about your bags. Bloody Alaska.
An AU Seattle? Nonsense, never happen. Sit down and have a refreshing beverage from those favorites of the coffee elite - Starbucks. Mmm, yum. Taste the quality. Pay no attention to the pod under your desk...
Kalshane, in Angel 4:
Mulder had a cellphone big enough to club baby seals with (note I do not endorse said activity, nor intend to imply that Mulder and/or David Duchovny had a stint as a baby seal-clubber in the 80's or any other decade.)
Connie Neil in Angel 4:
Drusilla would be so happy on Sesame Street--until she killed them all.
Madrigal in Bitches:
Okay, skipped like crazy, but that Dave Sim article was just that crazy. So according to him, a woman is just a castrated man with cramps. Um, I think he got the definition of woman confused with the definition of Kenneth Starr.
Thessaly in the Minearverse:
Ah, but we use pure Essential Mock Oil! Otherwise the solvents aggravate my allergies. And a bottle lasts for months, too.
Nutty makes my skin crawl, and makes me laugh at the same time, in Minearverse:
I have my own dark vision of what a cow creamer is. I come not from a land of charming tchotchkes; therefore, I take the description literally. It's got just that proper Upton Sinclair verve to it.