The ever-eloquent Micole, in the Angel thread:
"Buffy's gone off into the future. Buffy's vanished into the unknown. Buffy's writing her own story, and we just get glimpses of it. Buffy's become innuendo, rumor, gossip, legend, myth."
(italics mine)
It's a NYC kind of day in Natter.
Jessica: I'm fairly sure that when one poses for Playboy, one does not generally do it in the hopes that people will appreciate one's inner beauty.
Trudy: Yeah, that's really more Hustler.
The other Buffista was Gudanov.
That makes me the Buffista to be named later.
In Angel, spoilery for this week's ep. Almost chicken-souvlaki-on-my-monitor.
debg:
I have one problem with the Buffy-The Immortal thing.
If she is in fact getting her groove back by having wild sex with him, what in hell does she call him in bed?
Because frankly? "Oh, baby, oh The Immortal, do it The Immortal, oh ohohoh I loves me The Immortal, gimme some sugar The Immortal", well, no.
NovaChild:
"Immie" That's what I'd call him.
ETA: Plus, for a TV actress, you get the added funny of "Oh, Immie, I want you SO MUCH!"
KathyA:
Immie? Mort?
Frankenbuddha:
Duncan?
Methos?
He who I am to kill with my pink secrets?
deer loward, it took me 6 tries to get the quick edit right.
It should be noted that my contribution to that particular exchange was lifted from postings by several other Buffistas.
Jilli Voice of Reason:
everyone else at the party was
terribly
bohemian and
terribly
intellectual, don't you know, and wanted to spend the evening living out every bad pretentious arteeeest cliché they could.
Steph L:
At the end of the evening, did one of them die from consumption, coughing pitifully in a garret?