'Beneath You'
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.
In Natter, I pitch it, and ita knocks it out of the park...
ita: Wow. Just heard that a cousin found out her fiancé was otherwise engaged. Like, engaged to get married next week. Perhaps he intended to be divorced from his 2004 bride in time to marry my cousin next May. No one's sure.
Why do people do things like that?
DX: Short-term memory loss?
ita: He'll be lucky if that's all that's lost.
Yet another "makes perfect sense for Buffistas, less so for the rest of the universe", from Natter:
DXMachina: Bob pre-dates Batman, carrot-wise, anyway.
Natter:
ita:
which now works, thanks to a D-link card -- the Linksys just didn't have enough granularity of settings, so I never managed to make it work with the same brand of hub
msbelle:
you misspelled blah blah blah blah blah.
Kiba Rika in Minearverse:
Give me Rainbow Brite, Captain N, something *magical* for goodness sake. If I want real life, I'll go live.
Ginger: she won't ask questions when she doesn't understand something, because she thinks that makes her look stupid.
Astarte: Stupider than expecting a psychic connection between computer and printer?
Bitch solidarity:
Beverly:
Dear Deena's Doctor,
Please stop being a poopyhead, or we will come to your house, shave your cat, and teach your puppy to open the refrigerator. Thanks.
Sincerely,
The Bitches
beth b:
If i go smack your doctor with a clue stick - you are allowed to tell her the pain is all in her head.
eta the Empress' two cents (Imperial) to it:
Hey! Deena's doctor! YOU ARE AN EFFER!!
I hope yer boobs fall off.
And land on your head.
Jesse: It wouldn't surprise me if Lush stuff smelled like food to an ant -- it's a lot of natural food-type ingredients, right?
DXMachina: Heh.
Head ant: C'mon you guys. I can smell it. It's just over that rise of porcelain there.
Drone: Ummm, apples. I'm soooo hungry.
Head ant: None of that now, we need to bring this back to the colony.
Drone; Aww, just a lick... Ewww. It tastes like soap.
ND, in Bitches:
I love the word spork. I'm so glad it won out over foon.
Jessica: This is true for all the left-hand threads (except Press and Beep Me, natch), and definitely deserves to be mentioned.
Many posts later….
Nutty: Call me a dummy but -- aren't they right-hand threads? That is where they show up on my screen.
Oh my god, is my screen backwards??
DX: It's their other left hand.
Deena: It's the board's left, when it's looking out at you.
Jessica: Um, yeah. Those threads. On the side. That one.--->
Aurelia: Stage left.
Emily: Gudanov, did you steal my grandmother's house? Or do all the front yards in Missouri look the same? Both answers seem a bit unlikely.
Gudanov: They all look the same, when you move to Missouri you are issued a front yard appearence book and have to maintain your yard to specifications. This means that there are lots of tulips in spring, but pizza delivery can get dicey.