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?
The Bay City Rollers, now that's music.
Giles ,'Sleeper'
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.
Burrell - Jun 12, 2006 1:23:29 pm PDT #8524 of 10000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Beverly - Jun 12, 2006 8:51:58 pm PDT #8525 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
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.
Deena - Jun 13, 2006 4:25:16 pm PDT #8526 of 10000
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
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."
Topic!Cindy - Jun 14, 2006 6:48:07 am PDT #8527 of 10000
What is even happening?
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?
Trudy Booth - Jun 14, 2006 3:57:03 pm PDT #8528 of 10000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
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...
Cass - Jun 15, 2006 3:05:46 pm PDT #8529 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Betsy in MiniSpoilage, now with 33% less spoilers and 99% less context:
I hv no brane. s/SGA/SG-1. Ta.
Theodosia - Jun 19, 2006 11:01:28 am PDT #8530 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
tommyrot proves his brain is a scarey place:
Now I'm wondering how difficult it'd be to restage Triumph of the Will entirely with cats.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 19, 2006 1:41:42 pm PDT #8531 of 10000
What is even happening?
In Natter, Calli: My parents will never get a link to my lj. Never, ever. God, no.
However, I did show my 80 year old dad how to use Amazon.com to find all those out of print books that he's been trying to get his hands on. And Dad was all, "Being forgetful's great! By the time these get here I won't have any idea why some stranger in Iowa's sending me used books. It'll be like a really confusing Christmas. Also, don't bookmark this thing if you want to have any inheritance left."
SailAweigh - Jun 20, 2006 5:13:29 am PDT #8532 of 10000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Perkins in Natter: (context? we don't need no stinkin' context!)
WooHoo, it's just about shoot the cat, go back to sleep time.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 20, 2006 3:22:38 pm PDT #8533 of 10000
What is even happening?
In Bitches...
JZ: At long last, I've passed an important gestational milestone... I've finally been the recipient of a series of completely inane remarks by a total stranger.
Getting onto the elevator just now. Older man smiles broadly at me and says, "Well, look at you! You must have swallowed a watermelon seed!"
"Um, yeah, looks like," I said, because I am reflexively polite and responsive to grandpa-aged men.
"Didn't your mother teach you that you have to spit them out?"
"Um, well, I know that now," I said lamely, while every woman in the elevator rolled her eyes and every other man tried to pretend he was on another elevator in another state.
"Ha-ha, when I was a little boy that's what my mother always told me would happen if I swallowed a watermelon seed!" [Please, God, shut me the fuck up before I say something awful about spitting vs. swallowing] "But I'm not such a little boy anymore, and I know it takes a little bit more than a watermelon seed to make that happen, ha-ha!" And he stared at me with an indescribable grandfatherly leer on his face as though I were supposed to say something in response to that.
Which I didn't. But I thought, "You are so right, sir -- actually, it was my husband's cock." And then for one horrible, frozen moment, the terrible conviction washed over me that in fact I had said it, out loud and all. Which, apparently not, as I'm here at my desk and not being fired and frogmarched off campus.
It was an interesting experience. I suppose I can look forward to more of them, and more inane, as I expand. Whee!