Mal ,'Objects In Space'
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.
Matt the Bruins Fan in F2F:
My favorite is still another cousin's wedding where my foul-tempered cousin Rachel was the flower girl. She came down the aisle grimmacing, stopping every few feet to hurl a handful of flowers down onto the ground in angry fashion. There may have been stomping and grinding as well.
Natter:
ita: Okay. You can pay me in Godiva.
Wolfram: Nekkid woman on horse, sent.
More F2F wedding talk:
ita: I was one of eight bridesmaids in the last wedding I stood up in. 8 Groomsmen, natch, a flower girl and a ringbearer (okay, word now tainted).
amych: Actually, I would like to see this at a wedding. Especially if he brings along his short bald friend with the funny syntax.
beathen: How about the pointy ear pieces? An elvish wedding.
Jilli VoiceOfReason: shudders
You're bringing back memories of the wedding I attended where the ceremony had been written in Elvish. Please don't do that.
tommyrot: For the benefit of those guests who could not understand Elvish, was it translated into Klingon?
ita in Angel....context is for the weak:
No place for semen!
Tom Scola, who deserves to be happy:
Tom Scola : Analogies :: Fish : Bicycle
Erin in Natter:
That laundry has been around, some of it, for about a year. It was starting to look like a creature from the Cthlulu universe.
It hissed when I poked it with a stick. So I stuck it in some hot water with detergent and this old grimoire I found at the Salvation Army store.
It doesn't hiss anymore, but some of the pants developed a mysterious third leg..
shrift, continuing the laundry theme:
I have triumphed over my voicemail. I have nearly triumped over my e-mail. I should get home before 9 o'clock tonight.
And now it occurs to me that I should take advantage of the unholy asskicking I have given this work day by doing laundry.
Erin: I'm SUCh the trendsetter...
Cashmere in Natter:
Rock, Paper Scissors saved my marriage.
vw bug in Bitches:
Some days I forget how much Buffista-speak makes it into my everyday life. So many of my real life friends are Buffistas too, that it's just how I talk now. I called my mom yesterday afternoon to bitch about the fact that Macy's was closed for inventory purposes (I have a gift certificate to spend there, and yesterday was supposed to be my fun gift certificate shopping day).
I said to her, "Mom, my diamond shoes are too tight."
Her: "What shoes, honey?"
Me: "My diamond shoes. It's a saying, mom. When one has a first-world problem, they complain about how their diamond shoes are too tight."
Her: "A first-world problem?"
Me: "You know, instead of a third-world problem, a first-world problem...one that's not really a complainable problem, but you're going to complain about it anyway. Nevermind. I really just called to whine because Macy's is closed for inventory, and I can't spend my gift certificate."
Her: "Oh, that's too bad. Why didn't you just say that to begin with?"
Libkitty in Bitches, on going to the University of Alaska:
It was fun, though, and for the rest of my life, I can brag on living through the coldest month in Fairbanks history, which is the only good thing about living through the coldest month in Fairbanks history.