'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.
From Natter:
Alibelle: Do I know what that sentence that I just typed means? No, no I don't. But I think I've finally triggered the paper-writing gland in my brain which spits out long winded sentences that mean little to nothing.
Trudy: It's a delicate balance of sleep deprivation and caffine.
billytea, on anti-alcohold ads in Oz:
We also had ads with the slogan "If you drink then drive, you're a bloody idiot", which is, admittedly, not entirely inaccurate. After a while, and the slogan became part of the national consciousness, they shortened it on some billboards to read "Drink. Drive. Bloody idiot." A couple of radio wags noted that this ran the risk of being taken as a command, directed at the segment of the population no doubt least able to resist it. And, of course, if the trend continued eventually we'd be left with billboards reading simply "Idiot."
Typo Boy, in Angel, non-spoilery:
I have a theory about the C word.
The native language of the Powers That Be has a word that happens sound just like one of our English words. It is pronounced and spelled like "Champion". It means "chewtoy".
ita, in Natter:
The ad where marijuana means you let random people have sex with you? Odd. The ad that says marijuana makes you dumb enough to shoot people?
Where are these people getting their weed? They need to try the Jamaican stuff instead.
PMM, in Angel:
Connor. He's like AAA, only better. Well, so maybe he can't start your car, but he can do backflips and light you on fire, and damn, he's kind of hot.
Steph, in Natter:
Man, I was at the grocery store yesterday (in the yuppie part of town -- it's the grocery store that's well-known for being a pickup joint), and it was about 5:30, so I assume that's post-TV football. These 3 college or immediately post-college kids got in line behind me, and they REEKED of beer. They were loud, they were stumbling all over, every time a cell phone rang they imitated it, they kept yelling "Go Steelers!", one guy kept putting a bag of frozen chicken breasts on his HEAD, and they kept talking about the party where they were so stoned that they didn't even know their own names.
I wanted to beat them to death with my can of protein powder, but I would have lost my place in the express line.
I'm actually in a pretty good mood, and I don't want to waste it on my coworkers, you know?
-- Shrift
Steph L., in Natter:
Hmm. I've only named my car and my lightbox. Cause, naming appliances? Well, then it's like a death in the family when they break.
Erika:
If cute and snarky can't happen together, it undermines the Buffista Mission. And probably lets terrorists win.
Nutty, in Natter:
Benadryl (Diphenhydramine) does not contain Sudafed (Pseudoephedrine), because they are like the sharks and the jets of over-the-counter medicine.