hee, hee...funny cause it's true.
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.
some questions are always appropriate:
Holli: ...okay, who's up for a round of Fuck, Chuck, Marry: Hot TV Dads Edition?
(Boxed Set)
quester in Goodby and good riddance:
I think the USPS motto is "why be dependable when you can be surprising!?"
In Natter,
shrift: I live my fannish life only seconds away from a wank apocalypse.
In Bitches:
Topic!Cindy: It's so hard to be a new mother. Please don't beat yourself up because a natural process performed by your body functions better when it receives natural stimulation. That's like getting mad at yourself because a vibrator doesn't take you out to dinner.
In Natter...
ita: I was asked if I wanted to be on a reality show today, and I said yes. No idea if it'll play out, but if you're asking yourself why I'd ever do something that...that...just plain wrong, well the answer is bodyguarding.
Apparently they want two chicks they can spend two days teaching bodyguarding skills including counter surveillance and defensive driving.
Which pretty much guarantees I'll finally get a job, and they'll want me to start before filming is scheduled.
Matt the Bruins Fan: See, now you've learned how to make inconvenience magic work for you!
Okay, this over in Bureaucracy made me laugh and laugh, when the thread-creating process went awry:
jon b.:
Anyone creating a Heroes thread? I can do it if no one else is on the case.
Sophia Brooks:
Um- there appear to be a lot of Heroes threads??
tommyrot:
We can all be Heroes....
sumi:
Each with our own thread?
tommyrot:
Yes. But just for one day.
ita in Natter:
My butter dish just committed suicide.
I was very kind to it, and understanding of its issues. I'm not sure why it has come to this.
Hmm. I am beginning to suspect that the book was complicit in the dish death. Not content to have its pages weighed down by the butter dish, while I was in the other room it took advantage of my absence and threw the dish to an ignominious death.
It's the visual, in Natter:
Jilli: Does this mean I live in juliana's head?
Hec: I don't think so, otherwise there'd be petticoats leaking out of her nose.
Natter:
P.M. Marcontell - Hey, smart people: what are those things called on showers that you use to turn on the water and adjust the temp? I *always* blank on the name, and kind of need to know for fic purposes.
Aimée - Pool boys?
Manservants?
Husbands?
Not where you're going with this, huh?