Beej made me laugh
Me: Also, it makes it against the law to use technology to skip commercials.
Beej: That's it. The handbasket to Hell is officially on fire. That's right. We're going to Hell in a FLAMING hand basket.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna start any sword fights. I'm over that phase.
Mal ,'War Stories'
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.
tommyrot - Nov 16, 2004 6:22:47 am PST #6942 of 10000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
beekaytee - Nov 16, 2004 6:27:44 am PST #6943 of 10000
Compassionately intolerant
Thanks Tommyrot. I feel very well informed by you.
Of course the information makes me want to open a vein, but still...informed.
billytea - Nov 16, 2004 7:48:27 am PST #6944 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
In Natter:
Betsy: Ooh! I know where to get a trebuchet!
tommyrot: Ye Olde eBay?
Topic!Cindy - Nov 16, 2004 11:16:09 am PST #6945 of 10000
What is even happening?
Lyra Jane: (Office paranoia; Are you the Brynn who sits right across from me at work and just went for a walk? If so, hi, and let us never speak of it again.)
amych - Nov 16, 2004 1:05:29 pm PST #6946 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Emily - I'm sorry, what did I miss? Is someone getting married in base 8?
Polter-Cow - Dude, once you get to base 8, you'd damn well better be married.
Alibelle - Nov 16, 2004 2:57:52 pm PST #6947 of 10000
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
Natter:
msbelle: I CAN'T FIND MY CELLPHONE! It's been almost 24 hours since I remember seeing it! ACK!
Daniel C. Jensen: Call it.
Betsy HP: Heads.
Polter-Cow: Who do you think you are, Betsy, Rosencrantz?
Liese S. - Nov 16, 2004 7:20:22 pm PST #6948 of 10000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Contextless, in Natter 30:
Theodosia: Tip #1 for Determining if your Doctor is an ENT or an Ent: He says, "Hoom Hoom" instead of "Hmmmmmm."
Theodosia: Tip #2 for Determining if your Doctor is an ENT or an Ent: He keeps suggesting you get vaccinated for Dutch Elm Disease "just in case."
Kathy Anstrom: Tip #3: He says he's married, but he's conveniently lost her, so he hits on you.
Pix - Nov 17, 2004 2:41:29 am PST #6949 of 10000
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Aimee lends insight into being a nine-months pregnant child of the 80's in Bitches:
I wore all red today.
Little children ran out of their homes yelling "Kool-Aid!!"
Scrappy - Nov 17, 2004 11:39:04 am PST #6950 of 10000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
The funny and charming Tom W on his Buffista beginnings in Natter:
Nora has already revealed my F2F origin story, although she left out the part where I was bitten by a radioactive chipmunk and blah blah blah fight crime.
I stumbled into TT following one of Salon's story links. Sometime during S4 I think. I lurked briefly, de-lurked, re-lurked (apparently posting "Angle is teh suck" 50 times in a row isn't considered good form), de-lurked again, briefly re-lurked after my 50,000 word essay (split over 100 posts) "Brief thoughts by a learned gentleman on the proposition that Angle is teh suck" was not as well received as had been anticipated, then de-lurked for a final time. The rest is, as they say, geography.
Topic!Cindy - Nov 17, 2004 12:15:34 pm PST #6951 of 10000
What is even happening?
deb: in Paris, there's a guy who makes and sells his own cinnamon ice cream
Betsy:
Yeah? Well, in Vienna, there's ten pretty women
And a shoulder where Death comes to cry.