Deena: When Aidan started doing the clothing removal thing, I made him wear shorts over the diapers that he couldn't figure out how to get off. I'm guessing we can't blind Owen so I don't think that plan will work for him.
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.
in Minearverse:
Betsy: "Ceal"? Pronounced how?
Cindy: Teal'C
Buffista time-keeping method in Bitches:
Raq: I don't even bother trying to do the math anymore. My clock works like this: if vw and Cindy are posting, it's too early for the rest of the States, afternoon for me and Jars and Fay and Nilly, way too late for billytea, and WAY TOO FREAKING EARLY for the West Coasters, so if Cass is posting it's because she's not sleeping.
brenda:
Announcement: I have sinned against God and ManJesse.
Analysis: I have purchased gaucho pants.
Defense: It's not my fault! They tricked me by being all cute and shit.
Aimée : muhahahahaha! Welcome to the Dark Side of Sears!!
Corwood in the movies thread, file under CONTEXT, We don't need no stinkin'...
Now you're just trying to get my goat. But I already shot it for wearing suspenders and a belt. How could I trust it? That goat didn't even trust its own pants.
You never know where the conversation in Bitches may take you:
Toddson: Much like the poor confused person who sold his soul to Santa.
Jilli: You didn't really think Santa's workshop was staffed by elves, did you?
Betsy HP in Boxed Set: Dude. If Pete's a Time Lord, he has no excuse for not shopping-enabling you all these years. (Also, I want to talk to him about interfering with George W. Bush's conception, and no doubletalk about messing with the timeline, thanks.)
Pete: Sorry, I've already tried it once, so I can't go back again. Stoopid Master beat me to it and replaced a perfectly functional human child with a strange little goat-boy with eyes set too close together.
Might I suggest you find an alternate dimension? There are still a handful out there with humans in charge.
Bitches, of course:
Billytea: So, anyway, F, C, M: leg, nose, teeth.
JZ: I can't believe I was 2/3 of the way through actually working this out and justifying my choices before I realized how utterly fucking insane it was. Now I've lost 93 seconds of my life I'll never get back, and I'm all distressed and disturbed. Stoopid creepy antipodean actuaries.
Polter-Cow: F leg, M nose, C teeth.
Polter-Cow: (20 minutes later) I killed the thread? Fine, me and the leg are going to have some "alone time."
brenda: A word of advice for anyone considering fleeing the police: leave the dog at home. [link]
AmyLiz: Oh, brenda. What did you do now?
Aimée: I'd love to, but I have an assload of homework to do tonight.
billytea: In my day, we were allowed to use satchels.
Aimée: Well, now. This *ISN'T* your day, is it?
Can you calculate something for me? How many Austrailian actuaries die from smart-ass disease?
billytea: None.
Smart- arse disease, OTOH...