In the Minearverse, during a discussion about censoring musicals so that children can perform them:
Betsy:
Waiting for the kid-friendly Chicago.
Aimee:
Instead of jail, it takes place in the time-out corner.
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In the Minearverse, during a discussion about censoring musicals so that children can perform them:
Betsy:
Waiting for the kid-friendly Chicago.
Aimee:
Instead of jail, it takes place in the time-out corner.
In Movies, a small break from discussing the pretty:
Jesse: So, any word on the Dawn of the Dead remake?
Matt the Bruins fan: The dead travel fast.
Kathy Astrom: If it does well, they're going to make "Noon of the Mostly Decomposing."
tommyrot: "Brunch of the Rigor Mortis"?
In the Minearverse:
tommyrot:
We're basking in the afterglow. Tim done tuckered us out.
Deena:
I need a cigarette.
Vandalisimo: I've been lurking for years and pretty much only delurked after the last Angel. But, I didn't properly introduce myself. Things like that must be why my mother tells me I'm rude.
Well, here I am now. Hello!
Figured I should go ahead and do that before I jump into any vibrator discussions.
amych as Bridezilla, in Natter:
(I would totally get married during the one-minute break between periods in a fencing bout. I just want to be sure I win the bout, too. BECAUSE IT'S MY DAY, DAMMIT!)
In Natter:
msbelle: I cancelled all my plans tonight - stoopidhead snow monsters.
tommyrot: The culturally-sensitive term is 'Yeti'.
Catching up in Minearverse, from the F.L.O.:
We need better minions. Zombies leave their tags open half the time. You think with all the brains they're going on about, they could remember to insert a t BR , but nooo...
In "Natter"
Kathy Astrom
Will someone please tell me to go home and do my laundry? I'm being all procrastinate-y tonight.
Gus
Kathy, laundry is for wimps. Posting makes you strong. Nobody here can smell you, anyway.
ChiKat
I like this philosophy and feel I will need to live by it.
Allyson:
So, I had a conversation with The Big Guvmint Safety Bureaucracy about our coffee pot at work.
We'd been written up several times for leaving the coffee pot on.
Solution? The engineers and physicists of the Timing & Frequency Lab, which is my lab, rigged a timer to it. Shuts off in twenty minutes.
BGSB flips out. "That could short circuit and start a fire!"
"What do you suggest?" I ask.
"Assign someone to shut it off," they remark, self assuredly.
"But see, a human being is more likely to forget, or call in sick, than it is likely that the nation's sharpest engineers, whose job it is to time the Deep Space Network, who design the most accurate clocks ever known, to screw up the circuitry on a timer on a coffee pot."
"It's against the rules," the geniuses at BGSB say.
"How about if we make a new rule, that if you design a balls-on atomic timing device that safely guides a spaceship to Mars, you're allowed to design a timing device for a coffee pot?" I ask.
"It's just against the rules," BGSB says.
In Natter:
moonlit: Ebay halts auction of girls
Steph: Well, damn. My high bidder was up to $12.83.
And also in Natter, an introduction from Blue:
Allyson, I can relate to the BGSB thing. I'm a physicist myself (well, physics grad student actually, but that sounds less impressive, not that anyone is impressed by physicists, what was I saying? Oh yeah), and I've had the occasional warning from our local safety office.
Now, I actually expect this and would be a bit disappointed in them if they didn't complain, because my lab is, in fact, a death trap. This is somewhat intentional, because people from neighboring labs kept coming in and "borrowing" everything not bolted down, and some things that were. So the place now has plenty of exposed high voltage, powerful infrared lasers aimed at the head, cables at tripwire and garrote level, pit filled with spikes covered in leaves etc.
But what does the safety office send threatening notes about? A cardboard box left in the hallway. Someone could trip on it.