'Underneath'
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.
I promise, I am only the setup. In Natter:
SA: How on earth do you open a two-liter of pop that refuses to budge when confronted with pliers?
Gudanov: Shake and heat it until it explodes. Not saying this is the best method.
msbelle: poke a hole in it.
tommyrot: Shake it up, then shoot it with a pellet gun.
Theodosia: Cut off the neck with a samurai sword.
In Bitches --
Maidengurl: Alcohol and denial - I'm just sayin.
Nicole: I'm listening. In fact, you just described my weekend.
Natterinos--
Theodosia: Now I must be ridiculously busy this morning, because my best window for grocery-shopping commences in about 45 minutes. Because the Killer Blizzard From Hell!!!1! is scheduled for tomorrow. So I won't be able to go tomorrow morning as usual, and if I linger too long today, the grocery stores will be full of panic buyers....
DXMachina: I think it's already too late for that. The media has been whipping people into a frenzy. I went shopping last night, and it was mobbed.
Anne W. : I don't remember the weather folk on the news doing this when I was younger. Is it a semi-recent phenomenon, or was I just oblivious as a child (which is entirely likely).
Megan E. : I think it's part of the growing the Culture of Fear phenomenon.
Theodosia: I think Americans are getting entirely too timid, is what I think. ::waves cane fiercely::
DXMachina: Yeah, they did a lot of the same fear mongering, at least here in New England. One of the reasons so many people died in the Blizzard of '78 is that the TV weatherpeople had been predicting massive snowstorms that turned out to be nothing every other week leading up to the storm, so that when the big storm finally hit, no one was listening to the warnings anymore.
flea: It's raining and gloomy in NC, and I think we're going to cook beef stew and homemade macacroni and cheese (great idea!) and watch luge. Nesting day!
DXMachina: Luge is good, although I do miss the days when the tracks weren't quite so good, when you'd occasionally get a luger getting launched off into space. That was always fun.
Theodosia: Not so much for the luger, though.
DXMachina: Today's lugers are a bunch of pansies.
Matt the Bruins fan: Well, there is the two man luge...
In THE TIME FOR PANIC IS NOW! DEATH SNOW FROM ABOVE!!!1! news, my only skid driving home in the snow last night was when I had to brake suddenly for the moron who ran across the highway in front of me on I-55. Unless he was fleeing from a snow-inspired massacre in the Stuckey's that wasn't apparent from the highway, dude was just too stupid to live.
Cindy: I just got an email from our associate pastor, letting me know tomorrow's morning services have been called off on account of the snow storm. Mind you, this is New England, and not one flake has fallen.
I ought to get a cookie for refraining from sending my first response: "Oh ye of little faith."
In Movies:
Jessica: Bollywood is remaking Fight Club. Seriously. [eta: Music video clips!]
Theodosia: The Second Rule of Fight Club Is That You Don't Sing About Fight Club.
Nilly in Natter:
I'm stopping the JewishMommy who is living inside me from telling people in snowed-places to make sure to bundle up, take spare socks, stuff like that. That InnerJewishMommy fights like she's learned the InnerMommy version of krav, but I try to keep her in check.
Cindy (Buffista Zero?) explains it all in B'crazy:
We don't have a boss here, in terms of etiquette. If any poster isn't somehow in flagrant disregard over a community standard, nobody is ever going to tell that poster "don't". Instead, it's usually going to come to the following:
Buffista 1: We got Whedonesqued!
Buffista 2: Direct link, or to the board?
Buffista Simon: Direct link, but I edited it.
Many Buffistas: Simon's so fooooooooooooooamy.
Buffista 3: I hate when we get Whedonequed.
Buffista 4: Well, I only Whedonesqued us, because I thought it was cool news.
Buffista 5: What's Whedoneque?
Buffista 6:
Buffista 3: I hate when we get Whedonequed.
Don't you think "hate" is sort of a strong word?
Buffista 7: Only a babe in the woods would think the internet is private.
Buffistas 1: This is news?
Buffista 2: edited by Buffista 2 on Never 12, 2006 6:06:06 pm PST
Buffista 8: Um this is the internet; nothing is private
Buffista Strega: No starting posts with "um". Um. Wait. This is not my beautiful house.
All the Buffistas: Yes but we'll be your beautiful wife. Or husband. Or whatever. Same as it ever was.
Buffista Newbie: Except me. I'm a Eunich for Joss.
Buffista 10: That's Eunuch.
Buffista Newbie: U R meen.
Buffista Oldtimer: Have we ever explained about guacamole?
Buffista Newbie: Does it have cilantro in it, because I'm sort of allergic, or averse, or allergic.
Buffista Cilantro Lovers: THEM'S FIGHTIN' WORDS
Buffista Cilantro Haters: Bring. It. On.
The Rest of Us: SALAD SHOOTER SALAD SHOOTER SALAD SHOOTER!!!
Buffista Liese: [something sensible, respecting our tradition, while being open to different expressions of same]
All Buffistas Who Haven't "Left": Liese speaks for us!
...
Two months later...
Buffista 12: We just got Whedonesqued.
Nutty straightens out the theology in Natter.
Do you want to worship a god who might someday be arrested on Animal Precinct?
ita:
Ponens and tollens and induction--oh my!
The always delightful billytea, context unnecessary:
And I seem to have cemented my reputation at work as an eccentric, so now I can do whatever the hell I want and no one says boo! Did you know tomorrow is bathrobe day? I'm betting they don't either!