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.

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.

Heh. I considered COMMing Betsy on that, Cindy, but it occurred to me that it would have been emotionally dishonest; as fond as I am of Leonard Cohen, he simply isn't cinnamon ice cream in Paris on a park bench at the Luxembourg.

In BBaBB:

Ginger: Okay, who put up "Riley's Bitches?" Surely that's an oxymoron.

amych: Apparently not: P.M. Marcontell "Spike's Bitches 20: We'll catch the Natterers yet." Nov 17, 2004 6:44:53 pm PST

etclarify: Plei didn't put the thread up -- it's temporary because DX and I screwed up making a new tech thread -- but the cross-thread x-post makes me giggle.

P.M. Marcontell: Dude, I was being PRACTICAL.

I am still here laughing my ass off about the thread title. And, natch, the post count.

It was foretold!

Tom Scola: ...and it's gone. I'm tempted to go and put it back.

DXMachina: Did you delete it, or just set the archive flag? That didn't occur to me until after it disappeared.

Tom Scola: I didn't delete it. I figured that someone else did.

Daniel C. Jensen: It dissapeared like Riley, into the black helicopter on a dark Buffista night.

amych, in Bitches, discussing Angelus' taste in women

I don't think it counts as necrophilia if you're the dead one.

Beej:

We get a bi-annual flying termite infestation which is loads of fun.

About a thousand of them (not exaggerating) swarm up from under my fridge and begin the mating dance-o-lurve. There's the squirming and the grunting, but the most annoying part is that they drop their gossamer wings all over the damn place. Teeny tiny examples of God's miracle of flight stuck to the bottom of my feet, my clothes and the floor with a kind of cosmic glue that makes vacuuming only minorly useful.

Polter-Cow theorizes about Nilly's ability to Nilly in "Natter":

I have a feeling Nilly, though, just has the entire board in her head and brainGoogles.

Right, I've finished my lunch, time to COMM what must be COMM'd. In Natter:

Gud: I've found toddlers to be the most destructive.

Nilly: Yeah, but you can't spray them with pesticide, shouting "Die, die already! Drown in the stuff if it doesn't kill you with its poison, die!" like you can do with roaches.

Kristin T. in Natter: My house is full of lethal cuteness that has yet to be housetrained.

And the followup:

billytea: Aww. It'll happen, you just have to give Dave some time.