Polter-Cow in Minearverse (where all the cool kids hang out):

You know, I don't know that Jaye can really claim to be overeducated with only a bachelor's. If she gets a Ph.D. in philosophy (a doctor of philosophy in philosophy!), then we'll talk. Also, make out. Philosophically.

Ginger:

I can't watch Bush speeches. I'm always afraid I will become so deranged that I'll destroy my television.

Tim Minear: their names are Harrison and Rudy. Or as a pair, Shut The Fuck Up.

(I'm going to keep this person nameless in case s/he doesn't feel like being so blatant about the IRL name): My name is Sunil, which isn't unusual, just Indian.

(I'm going to keep this person nameless in case s/he doesn't feel like being so blatant about the IRL name)

He doesn't mind, it's okay. But thanks for the consideration.

Allyson, regarding the Subservient Chicken:

I think the subservient chicken is going to scare me to death in seven days, crawling out of my computer to get my floor all wet with stagnant well-water.

Bishop2:

Gail Berman doesn't deserve any 1000 balloons. She deserves 1000 swift kicks in the ass, or 1000 flat tires. Or 1000 root canals. Can we send her those?

I considered trying to pick some parts of this conversation, but then I decided that actually, this is worth having as a whole, with an utter disgrad for our traditional utter disregard for context. The build-up, the sudden hobbits, the return to bitterness... it's a classic. Ah, the joys of having time to read Buffistas.

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MechaKrelboyne: Funnily enough, none of the Message or HoG stuff bothers me half as much as 'How the hell did the ship still have gravity in Out of Gas'. All the meta reasons are obvious, but still.

Jon B.: Can't really answer that without knowing how the ship has gravity period.

DavidS: All the food is pumped with gravitons.

Ling Mao: It just does, dammit.

Actually, that's the answer to 'Why does it take three women with pms to change a light bulb?'.

MechaKrelboyne: They've referenced a 'Grav Drive', which one can take as Fantastical Space Age Gravity of Tomoroow ... Today! machine. When you come down to it, the only reason there was gravity was that shooting it without would be too crazy hard and/or expensive. You'd have to put everyone on wires in the closed off, ceilinged set, have all the miscellaneous stuff in the ship floating around. Bleh.

I would have liked if the set up had been more on the lines of engine don't turn, we've got about two hours of battery power and then nothing. They could've got everyone off just like they did, had the big drama moment when the lights go out, and gotten by on one scene of Mal floating in the bridge, lit only by a couple of lights from the last working piece of equippment on the ship. Then when the Rescue Pirates show up, they connect a power line too an external port and bob's your uncle who likes carrots.

Tamara:

and bob's your uncle who likes carrots.

Jon B.: Well, my point was that, for all we know, the Fantastical Space Age Gravity of Tomorrow could run for weeks on a few AA batteries. Since we don't know, it's hard (for me) to get worked up about why it didn't fail.

MechaKrelboyne: Enh. I feel pretty confident that mucking with physics is well beyond the range the double A's. Although that would explain some things about my Discman. As to the ep, I can ride by it pretty easily based on the meta, but it does kinda reach out and poke me in brain, since they got a lot of science right. Unexplained gravity is more of Star Trek thing, you know?.

I'm a big fan of all the old SF novels where when the ship wasn't actually flying anywhere, the pilot would create gravity by spinning it, and all the compartments were gimballed to keep floors where they should be. And yes, I am a geek.

Tamara: I am a big fan of letting the science flow by me like an annoying gust of wind.

I am story girl. Science is about as important as the actual existence of hobbits.

MechaKrelboyne: But those feet are so implausible. No way they'd evolve like that.

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Gus: The deckplates were made of fox-ite. They just naturally sucked.

BBaBB:

connie neil: This is where the mystic arts stuff kicks in, right? Internet programming is really done with stinky herbs and Latin, I bet.
Am-Chau Yarkona: Those noises you hear when you dial up? The dying squeals of an electronic sacrificial goat. Also known as putting the 'die' in 'dial up'.

Allyson: Okey. Someone tell me something happy, now.

Betsy: In a hundred years, all new people.

That one usually works for me.

bon bon:

My mom sent me a box of knives. I just picked it up from the doorman who commented, "now you can do a lot of cooking!" So I said, "Oh, these aren't for cooking..."

DXMachina: I'm in a very nice hotel room with wireless internet access, HBO, and decent room service. This is very important, because it's frelling raining elephants outside.

Polter-Cow in Minearverse- or Another One Sucked into the Buffista Vortex:

I think I've been spending too much time here. I'm feeling kind of sick, and around 5:30 this morning, I woke up pretty much delirious, and for about fifteen minutes, I experienced some sort of time dilation which felt like hours and hours of muddled thoughts about Buffistas and Tim Minear.