I'm spamming COMM. People need to stop being quotable, or it will continue. JZ in Firefly:
My beloved terminally eccentric Uncle D. in Brookline spent his declining years laboring on his magnum opus, a novel spinning out from the thesis that Jesus was an interstellar Mason. No publisher in his lifetime thought it would ever find an audience; I'm beginning to suspect the problem was that the Buffistas didn't exist yet.
Gus in Great Write, discussing the novel he's just sold. Writers, at the very least, will be nodding and giggling:
It has all that story stuff. It starts out with a dude who cannot differentiate his ass from his elbow. A girl occurs. The dude discovers the difference.
If I ever get a publicist, he or she is going to hate me.
From way back in Penguins, Tom Scola on 'fatal error' from web glitches:
In Soviet Russia, you don't kill the thread, the thread kills you!
Kathy A:
RIP, the telegram.
Aimée:
Kathy, that should say:
RIP, the telegram. Stop.
DavidS:
Philadelphia fans have booed: their own Hall of Famers, Santa, Father and Son games and old-timer games.
amych:
Have you looked at the guy's numbers? Has a big day once year or so, and then he slacks off the rest of the time, and yet we're supposed to treat Mr. Inconsistent like he's some kind of magic?
lisah:
Sometimes my I'M AN UNGIRLFRIENDABLE FREAK alarms go off.
erika:
you do live in the City of The BrokenHearted
brenda:
I think what you're actually hearing is spillover from me. Sorry 'bout that.
erika:
Maybe we should form a girl group: The Singelles.