Ah, this is *my* favorite part of Nilly's story of the Embassy Of Lines:
A line to be proud of.
It was a line to tell stories about.
Gunn ,'Power Play'
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Ah, this is *my* favorite part of Nilly's story of the Embassy Of Lines:
A line to be proud of.
It was a line to tell stories about.
Ginger, in Literary:
My other early reading memory was when I went to kindergarten when I was 4. There were alphabet cards on the walls, and the teacher said, "This is Mr. A and this is Mr. B." I could already read, and no one had ever talked to me like that. I naturally came to the conclusion that the teachers were insane, and for some reason my parents had been forced to lock me in a room with crazy people for half a day.
From the forms Nilly had to fill out at the embassy:
Do you seek to enter the United States to engage in export control violations, subversive or terrorist activities, or any other unlawful purpose? Are you a member or representative of a terrorist organization as currently designated by the U.S. Secretary of State? Have you ever participated in persecutions directed by the Nazi government of Germany; or have you ever participated in genocide?
Ginger: Does anyone ever answer "yes" to these? And if so, why isn't there a "If yes, please explain" box?
billytea: Y'know, I think I'd find a 'please explain' box even more disturbing. "Yeah, I was plotting terrorist activity while in the US, but it's not what you think. I was only going to hit Iowa. You'll hardly notice."
billytea: You are taller than all known penguins.
Deena: Huh. That seems a shame. I should like to be able to waltz with a penguin without towering over it, should there be a penguin who would like to waltz.
billytea: I think they all would. They have that formal, faintly repressed look about them concealing a smouldering longing within their hearts. It's what the waltz is all about!
In Bitches, following a discussion of safe sex:
Trudy: I'm voting for the female condom.
billytea: I for one am all agog to discover whether Trudy means Bush, Kerry or Nader.
In Natter, Betsy and Allyson demonstrate First World vs. Third World:
Betsy: The building with the cookies is having a fire evacuation.
No cookie for me.
I went for a walk around the lagoon.
A walk is not a cookie.
I returned to the vending machine. They were out of Peanut M&Ms, so I got Plain. Then I went upstairs.
We don't have any unflavored fizzy water. We only have artificial berry-flavored.
My plans for the remainder of the afternoon: Sulk.
Allyson: So in third world speak, it'd be all:
I went out to get an egg this morning but some sort of beast ate my hen, so I had to suck on the same root I had yesterday.
Then I decided to walk to the watering hole to get a bucket of water to start boiling leaves for that friggin' whooping cough that won't let up, and tripped over my 8th youngest kid, who succumbed to the ebola.
It's just not my day.
....and bon bon's follow-up to the above:
bon bon: Did I tell you all about my rich neighbor who has a chicken and seven kids? She's really got it made. Me, I'm a spinster. I WISH I had some root and a husband. At least I have one leg to take me past my daily stoning.
Go ahead. Mock my pain.
Okay.
Were we supposed to wait for permission?