quester in Natter, on those times when you can't decide whether a word is spelled correctly:
sometimes words just don't look right no matter what you do with them. they're like hair, sometimes.
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quester in Natter, on those times when you can't decide whether a word is spelled correctly:
sometimes words just don't look right no matter what you do with them. they're like hair, sometimes.
In Spike's Bitches:
Daniel: Email response from MCI customer service after I cancelled their asses: "I am regretful that you were not please with the rates that you received from MCI."
beth b: Outsourced their apologies, eh?
Daniel: Either that or all my base no belong to them.
Even though this one will make no sense to anybody but us:
PMM: I have leftover buttercream, so today I have to think up a use for it that's slightly more rational than just spooning it into my mouth.
Jesse: Um, why?
PMM: Too much sugar makes Princess Ticky Box hyper, and she'll go all ita on my ribcage.
Even though this one will make no sense to anybody but us:
Ah, but that's the beauty of it.
Betsy HP, in Natter:
Judging by this month's Vogue, nipples are back. Hi, Nipples! I remember you from the 1970s! Nice to see you!
Allyson on the snark in Natter:
All snark should begin with the love. You can hate the subject matter, feel tortured by being bound to your chair like A Clockwork Orange Couch Potato, but you must love the opportunity for the snark, love the act of snarking, love the teevee like a lover with a ten-inch penis and abs of steel, else it's just lameass bitching.
In Natter:
ita: I wonder if Branson would finance me quite pointedly not going around the world. I have no idea why my body is so convinced I don't need to work for a living, but this morning it was very "No, lie down a little longer, then maybe a stretch class and some krav. Then we'll have cupcakes."
Betsy HP: ita's body has been talking to me again. Except for the krav part. My body says "lie down a little longer, then lie down some more. Maybe some internet. THEN cupcakes."
a short while later...
Betsy HP: inspired by ita's body, I just went to make a photocopy of my shoulder stretches so I could leave one at work.
The copier jammed. While trying to slide out the paper drawer, I overbalanced and fell straight back on my ass. In the process, I threw out my left arm to catch myself -- this would be the one with the bad shoulder joint.
From now on, I'm sticking to the horizontal cupcake eating.
Aimée in Bitches: I wonder when I should start looking for wee baby corsets.
(For her 13 week old daughter Emeline)
eta: how the time flies by
(psst...she's 13 weeks)
Sniff... They grow up so fast!