Betsy beat me to it. I shall go out in the garden and eat worms.
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.
News item:
Federal judges are jeopardizing national security by issuing rulings contradictory to President Bush's decisions on America's obligations under international treaties and agreements, Attorney General John Ashcroft said Friday.
Susan W:
My DH: "Damn activist presidents! We need a president who will follow the Constitution."
Me, sadly: "We tried."
Consuela:
Oh, for the love of god.
It's the CONSTITUTION, you moron.
Want to brand it on his forehead, backwards, so he will see it every morning as he shaves.
NoiseDesign:
Like he actually knows how to shave himself.
Trudy Booth:
Like he actually has a reflection.
Ha! Wasn't beaten to this one. In Bitches:
Susan W: OK, I'm geek enough that I briefly tried to convince DH that Eowyn would make a wonderful middle name. But it must be noted that my fictional name source never goes Evil!
Daniel C. Jensen: It's better than naming your kid "Dubya" after someone who already is.
Trudy Booth:
It always makes me crazy when people treat MLK Day as a "black" thing. Not only did he free blacks from (a great deal of, clearly the job isn't done) tyranny, he freed whites from being tyrants.
Nilly in Natter:
Jessica, in my mind's ears, your post read: "In every wedding there's a chosen bridesmaid dress. She alone will stand against the formal, the styling, and the forces of the wedding industry. She is the bridesmaid dress".
ETA: Muahhhahaha on my uber cut-n-paste skillz. The extra 512mb of ram I stuck in this machine today is already paying off!
Jessica: In the mind of almost every bride, there is a Platonic ideal of a bridesmaid dress that flatters every figure, is formal enough for a wedding, yet classically styled enough to be worn over and over again. This, in spite of the fact that the bride tells her only bridesmaid, repeatedly, "I don't care what you wear, I just want you there on My Big Day," will cause the bride to reject all of the suggestions made by the bridesmaid because "It's nice, but it's not really what I pictured."
Nilly: Jessica, in my mind's ears, your post read: "In every wedding there's a chosen bridesmaid dress. She alone will stand against the formal, the styling, and the forces of the wedding industry. She is the bridesmaid dress".
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( *shaky fist* to JohnSweden, of course I provided context, so...neener.)
Erika makes me laugh in Bitches:
I've talked about him in three or four threads already. If it weren't for all the brain damage, there'd be no story in that story. Or it's the same old "girl meets boy, girl likes boy, boy likes girl's writing and thinks she's amusing, boy has dying girlfriend, in like vegatative state, girl has disability, boy has wiggins, girl pines hopelessly and writes poems." You see it all the time. But it's not glamourous like in the movies.
JZ in Bitches on the way things should be:
I keep irrationally expecting housework to be like homework -- if you're diligent about it and get everything clean before the due date, you find yourself with a three-month vacation, and after twelve years of doing it, you get to move on to a four-year program where the cleaning is more intense but you're only cleaning the stuff that really interests you, still with the same three-month vacation, and after four years you can either go on to an even shorter program of even more specialized cleaning (say you've gone from doing the dishes to washing the flatware to a 3-year laserlike focus on polishing sterling silver runcible spoons) or call it quits, and then you never have to clean anything again for the rest of your life.
From Muppets to possoms to ninjas...behold the power of Buffistas:
billytea: Trudy, I've been thinking. I reckon you should change your tag from:
"Work with me, Skywalker, or I'll cut you in half."to:
"Work with me, Skywalker, or I'll cut you in half. AAAAAAGH!! POSSUM!!!"
Theodosia: It's a shame you somehow can't work Trudy jumping across the room to climb up on the sofa between me and Tom Scola in an attempt to improvise a human shield. In her favor was the quickness of her response -- if I hadn't been glancing that way I'd have missed seeing the possum outline pressed against the glass, as some people did.
billytea:
She's a nimble sort, isn't she?
TrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudy Muppets Muppets
TrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudy Muppets Muppets
TrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudy Muppets Muppets
TrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudyTrudy AAAH, POSSUM, IT'S A POSSUM, POSSUM, A POSSUM...
Trudy: I honestly thought the possum was IN THE HOUSE. You know, like those killers who call when you're babysitting.
billytea: Killer possums are well-known for the mind-games they wage in their campaign of terror. They are mammals, after all.