'Shindig'
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.
From yesterday afternoon (maybe I'm the only one who finds this funny, but I do, so here it is, so there, nyah):
John H:
When [Mel Gibson's] daughter announced she was taking orders he said in the same interview that he was happy for her and that he had no respect for the Church any more. Strange man.
Matt the Bruins Fan:
Makes sense to me. In Papa Mel's eyes, Jesus just went from our Lord and Savior to the no-good punk that's trying to make off with his daughter.
Jacqueline Z:
I could kill people with my thumbs. If they were really tiny people.
Miracleman, replying to criticism of Trek technobabble:
Big secret: Reversing the polarity on the tachyon emitter actually works.
Fixed my coffee-maker, anyway.
Nuh uh. Whole thing.
billytea: Big secret: Reversing the polarity on the tachyon emitter actually works. Fixed my coffee-maker, anyway.
Gud: No wonder you had to reverse the polarity. Your coffee-maker should have a tachyon receptor so that your coffee-maker remote control can use it's tachyon emitter to signal the coffee-maker to start making coffee an hour before you press the "Make Coffee" button.
Miracleman: You know what's fun? Not pressing the button out of spite.
Then the coffee-maker gets really whiny. You've just given it some sort of temporal uncertainty and it gets a headache.
Tom Scola: Did you know that every time you do that, you create an alternate universe?
A universe where everyone is evil, and wears leather...
Gud: Ah, the universe where the coffee was never made.
Miracleman: So, it would really be the alternate universe of grumpy with a caffeine deprivation headache?
Do they still get to grow the goatees?
ita: Only the women.
Miracleman: I can live with that.
Tom Scola: And all the men wear chainmail bras.
Dana: I can live with that.
Miracleman:That I don't know about.
I have sensitive nipples.
PMM: They'll toughen.
[edited mostly 'cause MM is more of a Mm these days]
Nutty:
You haven't lived till you've watched repeated screaming arguments about how Starfuries maneuver. Or till you've participated in an argument about why Moya, who canonically cannot handle atmosphere for extended periods of time, is aerodynamic. This is the internet; if we did not nitpick inane irrelevancies, we would be shirking our duty.
(RL, I think the original coffeemaker comment was MM, not billytea)
Meara, in a burst of pithy faux-tagging genius:
t wonders how to become such a famous whore she's a brand name.
t decides it would be too much effort
t /attempt at famous-making whore career
(RL, I think the original coffeemaker comment was MM, not billytea)
Yes, it was.
PMM in Natter:
Soylent Green is People Who Don't Like Buffy.
The ita above needs Kat's reply as well.
ita:
Just being alone with my exertion for 26 miles? I'd start punching the other runners just for something to do.
Kat:
But you aren't alone with exertion for the whole duration. There's also exertion's cousins Giddiness, Exhaustion, Pain, Misery, and Depression.
MM on life in sunny, glorious Southern California:
Ah, what a lovely Los Angeles day.
I just stepped out for a cigarette. Not that I need to actually light the cigarette, as a deep breath provided me with all the smoke I needed from the nearby wildfire, making the air smell like charbroiled ass-hair.
Add to that the fact that it's hotter than Lucifer's nutsack on a black vinyl car seat and you find yourself with a wondrous and newfound love of nature.
Randy Newman was on crack.