Askye:
(in Angel)
I've been thinking about how Angel's encounter with Cordy and Connor will go, since this has turned into a soap opera.
Angel: "Cordy?? What's going on?"
Cordelia: "Oh god! Angel!"
Connor:???? Angel?
Cordy: "No, Connor, not like that...look--it's your father!"
Connor: "Angelus! what are you doing here."
Angel: I came to make sure you are safe. There's a giant cloven hoofed demon on the loose, it made the sky rain fire and told me that "She wasn't safe". What the hell is going on here???? Cordy what happened to "I love you but I need time?"
Connor: "You love him?"
Cordy: "Connor, baby, it's not like that. Trust me. Angel, it's not like that, trust me."
Connor & Angel: "What is it like?"
Cordy (to Angel): The world is ending in fire. Connor hasn't had anything real in his life and I wanted to give him this.
Angel: So, it's a pity fuck.
Cordy: Well, not exactly.
Connor: what's a pity fuck?
Cordy: No, baby, it's not like that.
Angel: Cordy, you said you got all your memories back, including the ones from Sunnydale. How many times did Buffy avert an Apocalypse? Just because it looks like the end of the world doesn't mean the world will end.
Cordy: But! Rain of Fire!
Angel: Marketing Ploy.
Connor: Pity fuck?
Cordy: No, baby, I promise, it's not like that.
thanks!
Very odd -- all I did was change "white" to "#ffffff"
Steph L.:
Can you decipher that for the linear among us?
Fay, in Smallville (context? Who needs it?):
I forget about the need for a bushel - I'm all with the waving my light around, and then suddenly I notice that the other lights are either becomingly shrouded by bushels or else pretty dim, and then I'm all OhFuckI'mBeingObnoxiousAgain! And then there's the little rush of mortified guilt. And a few minutes later the cheerful swinging around of the unhidden light again, like Lady Liberty on E.
I went back and fixed this post:
Ellen S. "Coffee On My Monitor" Nov 18, 2002 2:18:15 pm EST
Because Ellen had snagged the wrong starting quote. Betsy and I were talking about Angus, not Jennifer Crusie or Jim Crace.
Fay: I have my own minion train!!!
amych: I need to be on the minion train. If you don't let me, I'll crash all the Minion Board Meetings.
I'll eavesdrop and hear about your Evil Plans, and run and do your Evil Bidding before the
other minions even find the keys to their cars! ('Cause I hid them, you see.) I'll dress
exactly like all the other minions, and when people ask me at parties and such if I'm a
Minion of Fay, I'll say that I am. And when the tabloids call to confirm rumors that I am not
actually a minion, I'll say, "No comment," but then I'll whisper, "Off the record?
Totally
a
minion."
Betsy in Natter (because she is me):
I was reading yet another article about the Leonids tonight. I realized that not only was I not getting out of bed at 2:30 for the Leonids, I wouldn't get out of bed if I knew they were going to be purple and gold and spell out "Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin George Bush This Means You".
RL, much as I'm flattered at the attribution, I don't remember writing that minion-of-Fay post. Maybe it was amyth?
Oh, probably, sorry. You've got similar cadences as well as similar names. I'm on this crappy public computer and its fonts are completely whacko, I can barely read.
From NAFDA Buffy, re: Spike:
Betsy Hanes Perry
She sure was doing a convincing job of picking him up in the bar, then.
Trudy Booth
Who wouldn't?
Betsy Hanes Perry
Well, me. I'd go all fumfuh and embarrassed and "er, can I have your toothograph?"