Oh, that's a Hall of Famer if I ever read one.
Mal: You were dead! Tracy: Hunh? Oh. Right. Suppose I was. Hey there, Zoe.
'The Message'
Coffee On My Monitor
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.
Allyson - Nov 03, 2002 12:20:56 pm PST #655 of 10000
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
esse - Nov 03, 2002 2:24:26 pm PST #656 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Fay, in a quick discourse on Andromeda:
Tyr - he's the jaw-droppingly beautiful man - I mean, head turning, rugby-tackle-him-reflexively-upon-first- sight-and-start-humping-his- unsuspecting-self-like-a-bitch-in-heat-before-you've-realised-that-you're-in- the-middle-of-a-cocktail-party-and-nobody-has-even-introduced-you-to-him-yet level of Beautiful? Yeah? (Although I suppose in those circumstances one could always beg cultural differences, and claim that in the UK it's called a CockTail party for a reason, and whoops, you mean this isn't an orgy, how dreadfully embarrassing, ho ho ho, could somebody possibly pass me an h'ors deuvre? And oh, look over there, a juggling elephant! - at which point you drag the man into the nearest possible closet with muttered offers of no-strings blowjobbage and get him naked as fast as humanly possible). 'Cause I don't watch Andromeda, but I happened across it this pm whilst frantically vaccuming the cat to avoid essay writing, and sweet weeping mother of God, he could make me give up girls entirely.
Cindy - Nov 03, 2002 6:13:15 pm PST #657 of 10000
Nobody
I love Fay! Natter, true, but it came from the heart.
Trudy Booth - Nov 03, 2002 11:03:35 pm PST #658 of 10000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Allyson: I hate John D'oh. I don't give a fuck who he is.
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From Firefly
Allyson: I'd pay more for Zoe in the sack
Daniel C. Jensen: Or Kaylee in the engine room....
Scrappy: Or Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the lead pipe.
P.M. Marc - Nov 04, 2002 12:04:13 am PST #659 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Allyson, in Angel
Speaking of, if there are so many hell dimensions, shouldn't there be equal numbers of heaven dimensions? Like the "Ice Cream and Adonis Dimension, where one can eat all the ice cream one wants, and while getting eaten by Washes and Gunns, and Angels?
Where is that dimension? That's where I wanna go. Get me a portal.
Theodosia - Nov 04, 2002 6:08:22 am PST #660 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
From FayJay, a continuation of her hymn of Tyr-praise:
I don't understand how they ever get anything done on that ship, actually, because surely everyone's first thought upon waking must be: "Hmm, consciousness. Must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex." Or possibly: "Hmm. consciousness. must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex, and then punch the captain for being an irritating git." But apparently other stuff happens too?
Theodosia - Nov 04, 2002 8:27:32 am PST #661 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Rebecca Lizard in the midst of the grammar & usage debate over in Firefly:
Dude, how could anyone not love diagramming sentences? It's excellent! It's a great game! It's like laying the sentences out and eviscerating them and getting to see how they work as they whimper and squirm and die their little sentencey deaths.
[edited to correct grammar mistake that got by RL & me.]
Beverly - Nov 04, 2002 8:45:21 am PST #662 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
(Theo, could you edit the "lying" to "laying"? Just for posterity?)
Rebecca Lizard - Nov 04, 2002 8:49:27 am PST #663 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
Ah, shit, yes. I was in a hurry.
Or... being subconsciously ironic?
Nutty - Nov 04, 2002 9:00:47 am PST #664 of 10000
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Jesse: Why play Pac Man when there's pinball?
Caroma: Pinball doesn't go wocka wocka wocka.
...in Firefly. Yes, I'll never catch up at this rate.