Laura, on finding out the definition of bukake:
Usually I am grateful to learn something new everyday. Other days, not so much.
'Safe'
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.
Laura, on finding out the definition of bukake:
Usually I am grateful to learn something new everyday. Other days, not so much.
Catching up in Natter and had to re-share this:
DXMachina: Story of my life. Some guy shows up with a moldy burrito, and I get dumped faster than yesterday's guacamole...
La Tep: Oh, not dumped -- didn't I make it clear I was going to be a great big multiple-seekrit-boyfriend-having ho? 'Cause I am.
Sean K: I'm good with that.
Trudy Booth : you aren't the best at the sekrit part...
Buffista LifeLesson 14b: Do not eat dinner while surfing even fairly innocuous-looking natter, lest ye be gargling soup. Here endeth (cough, splurtle) the lesson.
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Look upon our Empress and despair. And be glad you're not her neighbor.
It's a crab ass day in my neighborhood, a crab ass day for a neighbor. Won't they fuck off? Can't they fuck off? I have always wanted to kill a neighbor, just like you. I've always wanted to rid the neighborhood...of you! So...let's make the most of this crabby ass day! Since we're together, I might as well say.... Won't you fuck off? Can't you fuck off? I don't want you as my neighbor!
In Jossverse in Other Media. It's funny because it's true.
Victor:
Making fans squirm with anticipation is Joss' mutant power.
Trudy:
And naming people Bill.
In Minearverse...
Sarameg:
(I watched it again. I RARELY rewatch. It's growing on me. But not like mold.)ita:
Good, because otherwise Sean would slaughter you for dinner.
Hil R: Whenever I'm at home, my mother will start asking me things five minutes after I wake up, like "I'm going to the grocery store, you said you were going to make eggplant parmesan for dinner tonight, how many eggplants do you want me to buy?" and I'll just blink at her, trying to remember what "gro-cer-ee-stoh" is.
To Read Makes Our Speaking English Good:
Micole: The mispronounced words discussion has confused me so thoroughly that I am now convinced I have never pronounced a single word of English correctly. (This casts some doubt on the Mary/marry/merry discussion above.) I now feel too self-conscious to speak, and plan to spend the rest of my life passing notes or writing on a small whiteboard I will hang around my neck, a la Willow and Buffy in "Hush," since at least I know how to spell.
And so nicely connected to the name of the thread!
MechaKrelboyne: My name is utterly factual, and 100% accurate. A starving, deranged eighteenth century noblewoman told me so
In the Minearverse, spoilery for the first ep of Wonderfalls:
a poster on the AICN message board:
the premiere episode was somewhat entertaining at first, but then they introduced a talking monkey next to a black psychologist? is this what counts as a smart & witty TV show?
Lyra Jane:
Wow. Talk about looking for a way to be offended.
tommyrot:
Yeah, and the show also perpetuates the stereotype of the lesbian tracheotomist....
In Natter
Thomash:
Mocha's my favorite and people who can drink coffee straight are mutant freaks who scare the bazeebus out of me (MM, I'm looking at you ;-)
Miracleman:
We are warriors of the darkness, soldiers of the pure bean. Our palates are tempered in the fires of the roasted bean, purified in its unadultered embrace, strengthened by its bitter love.
Our guts are hardened to iniquity and vile influences by the absoluteness of its black and silent joy. Its unalloyed, undiluted power surges in our veins, proof against lethargy and sloth.
We are warriors of the dark juice. We are gladiators of the night-made-day.
Fear us, o you puling frou-frou sugary coffee-pretender sucklers. Fear our might, our strength, our seared and blasted taste buds.
Fear us and our bright and unblinking eyes.