Jess PMoon:
I suppose it's too much for me to hope that the Pet Psychic is an actual psychic pet? Because a fortune telling kitten would just be too cute for words.
Mal: Yeah, well, just be careful. We cheated Badger out of good money to buy that frippery, and you're supposed to make me look respectable. Kaylee: Yes, sir, Captain Tightpants.
'Shindig'
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.
Theodosia - Nov 19, 2002 12:19:56 am PST #899 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"
Fay - Nov 19, 2002 12:36:29 am PST #900 of 10000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
t Natterishness
This is dangerously close to how I write
....PMM, are you only wearing briefs at the time? Because the very suggestion is in danger of igniting my keyboard. And I can't decide which is hotter - topless PMM in girl pants, or topless PMM in boy pants.
';l9-816jljhmab!!^)&(%
(computer bursts into flame)
P.M. Marc - Nov 19, 2002 1:20:05 am PST #901 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Hee.
Okay, it seems silly to copy and paste but see above:
COMM'itted.
(Normally boy briefs and an open robe.)
Rebecca Lizard - Nov 19, 2002 6:57:24 am PST #902 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
Yeah, what she glurbled.
In Bitches, Am-Chau Yarkona:
"Come here, precious. Dobby come to bed?""Dobby must sweep floor. Dobby must cook breakfast. Dobby is not fit to sleep with ex-holder of One Ring."
"Dobby is new precious. Dobby must bring Gollum what he sweeps up from Bag End floor."
It has potentional.
... I can't stop laughing; I'm going to hell.
Rebecca Lizard - Nov 19, 2002 7:02:55 am PST #903 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
Emily:
It's actually a bit irritating to keep reading stories where a character who regularly wears glasses loses them and then identifies a friend across a room. Um, no. More like, "There's a person over there -- or, wait, it could be two people... or a pillar. Possibly the wall."
Steph L. - Nov 19, 2002 7:28:12 am PST #904 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Fay, in Clex:
All Praise The Buffistas' Board, where expletives run free and let their wobbly bits wave around in the breeze.
DXMachina - Nov 19, 2002 8:16:19 am PST #905 of 10000
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
billytea: First, it's the date on which, twelve years ago, Milli Vanilli were forced to return their Grammy, for which I think we can all be grateful. Vale Rob, vale Fab.
Jen: My god, man, is there anything you don't know?
billytea: I don't know what on earth possessed anyone to award it to them in the first place...
Nutty - Nov 19, 2002 8:49:24 am PST #906 of 10000
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
The Boy of Typos, in Natter:
My feeling is that if we don't have more nude peace rallies, the terrorists have already won.
Steph L. - Nov 19, 2002 9:03:16 am PST #907 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
In Buffy, non-spoilery for S7:
Amber B.: Buffy died to save the world and was resurrected. How much more Christ figure can she get?
Jess PMoon: Well, Xander's a carpenter who saved the world with a message of love.
billytea: If ever they had children, the birth would be attended by elderly women dressed in black hissing "It is the Kwisatz Haderach!"
erikaj - Nov 19, 2002 9:14:27 am PST #908 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
And DX, with the musical conclusion:
Earwormed now:
If I was a carpenter,
And you were the Slayer,
Could we save the world anyway?
Could we stop the flayer?