connie neil: I've not only let that bitch Hope park in the driveway, she's turned off the engine and thinking of coming inside. I think I'll make her sit on the porch for a while, just in case.
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.
Susan W: I totally want a teleporter. Or at least a flying car.
Topic!Cindy:
I've tried to read all the posts since I left earlier today, but all I can keep in my head is that I typed nightmare's rather than nightmares.
O my Buffistas,
I am heartily sorry for
having offended thee,
and I detest my apostrophe abuse,
because I dread the loss of plurals,
and the pains of inappropriate ownership;
but most of all because
they offend thee, my Buffistas,
Who are all foamy and
deserving of all my grammar.
I firmly resolve,
with the help of the edit function,
to confess my apostrophe abuse,
to proofread,
and to edit my post.
Tom Scola: I have this recurring fantasy of kidnapping Steven Spielberg and forcing him to make a dogme-95-compliant film at gunpoint.
Jessica: Ooooh. Need a driver?
DXMachina in Boxed Set:
Buffy has Issues. Also, people who get involved with Buffy have horrible things happen to them. Angel got shoved into a hell dimension. Spike got incinerated. Riley wound up married to Mary Sue. Shudder.
Betsy H-P in Music with an eternal truth:
A fine rant self-justifies.
In Natter:
Betsy: I could totally fight a stick. Grab it, break it over one knee, and it's paralyzed.
JohnSweden: Betsy. Nutty (in the cheetahskin gloves). Sturdy stick. Squash court.
Three persons/object enter, one person/object leaves.
WHO/WHAT SHALL IT BE?
Betsy: I roll over on my back, stick all four feet in the air, and begin panting loudly. Nutty comes over sniffs my belly, and wanders off to chase the stick.
Deena imagines Perkins reaction to visiting Deena and family:
Dear Diary;
Am here. Tried to sleep in but got sat on by a baby with saggy, soggy diapers. Cat sat on my head. It was too cold and then too hot. The house is a disaster, but I'm trying to be polite. I've told Deena that I only bathe at religious houses for Lent. I'm not stepping foot in that bathtub. Kara talks. A lot. We went to the zoo but it was cold and rainy. It's a teeny-assed zoo, anyway. Deena tried to feed me bacon. She says she forgot. Kara tried to feed me bacon off the floor. Aidan gave me a bite of his mashed banana...that he'd just mashed...by sitting on it. In that soggy diaper. Then he kicked me. I have to go. I'm hiding from Kara. She wants to play Barbie Is A Reaver again.
connie_neil in Bitches 22:
I just want to state publically that I love my company. I just went in to the accountant with another pile of drug receipts and medical bills to submit to the reimbursement program, and all he said was, "Hey, you've almost hit the deductable for the year", instead of, "You again?" All right, a couple of weeks ago he did say, "You need your own drug dealer."
In Bitches:
Perkins: I'm at Deena's! So far, I've played Dinosaurs (I have a problem with pre-mature Rowring), read three books, and sung "bahbahbah" with Aidan.
Aimee: t hands Lee a Viagrasaurus