In Minearverse, a newbie proves to be a true Buffista:
The Partyman: Ooh. Might have to try and get to see that!
PaperDragon: You should replace 'might' with 'I', 'have' with 'am', 'to' with 'definitely', 'try' with 'going'. Switch the 'to' with the 'and', finally deleting the 'get'.
Polter-Cow
in Bureaucracy:
If nothing we post matters, then all that matters is what we post.
In Angel, spoilery for absolutely nothing, except Allyson's Green Lantern hate:
Strega: I fear the guac.
Allyson: The guac is green, so it can apparently be foiled with yellow.
The Angel thread was cracking me up last night. First, a shout-out from TWoP:
Strega: Angel is lurking in a coffee shop, no doubt supporting Allyson in email.
Then, more on Allyson's Green Lantern feelings:
PMM
Even the worst of the K*tten stuff seems sane and tame compared to the Green Lantern Wars.)
Allyson
Doesn't that lametard fight crime with yellow?
WTF?
"Behold! This is my banana of DOOM!"
"Back off, Osama! I'm driving a SCHOOL BUS!"
Polter-Cow
No, yellow is his weakness, which is even lamer.
"Aaaach, Big Bird, get away from me!"
"I ordered pink lemonade, dammit! Are you trying to kill me?"
Allyson
dies
So, this is the only superhero who can be killed by a golden shower? We all pee and he's DONE FOR.
I hate the Green Lantern. Doesn't a small boy ride on his back for no apparent reason?
And more dissing of the Green Lantern....
Allyson:
Fucking Green Lantern. His enemies piss in the snow while he's bound in Crime Scene Tape and the guy is toast. Why is this a superhero?
I was just coming in here to post that one.
Beverly: The hired bartender was reported to have spent what time he wasn't pouring drinks or gawping in amazement on his cell phone, reporting the experience in all its surreality. He seemed impressed by all the boobage on display, as well as the peacock resplendence of the men. But apparently his HSQ level rose several notches when Jon B. reappeared in his silver suit and began to play the theremin.
Jessica: I'm fully expecting next year's bestselling quasi-fictional book to be Boobs, Pleather, Candy! A Day in the Life of a Hotel Bartender.
From Tommyrot, in The Minearverse:
We're like squirrels, ferreting out fandom factoids and stashing them away for retreival years later.
Or we're like ferrets, finding fandom factoids and squirlling them away...
We're like ferret-squirrels, weaseling factoids out of their eggs....