Dana, Bureaucracy:
This is like the prologue to the Potterdammerung.
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.
Dana, Bureaucracy:
This is like the prologue to the Potterdammerung.
JZ, in Reality TV, on two Top Chef cheftestants:
They did their territorial dance of rage at each other, baring their teeth and displaying their fierce plumage, and now that each is sufficiently impressed with the size of the other's balls they're perfectly peaceable together.
Cass: Oh, shit! meara that sucks. And I vote that you should come to Portland. I hear we even have a nifty job possibility for you.
Polter-Cow: "Cass's Concubine" is not a job.
Trudy Booth: It's an Adventure
Cass: Well not just a job, certainly.
Raq: Cass's Concubine is more of a calling, I think.
From Natter...
ita:
Do that many men have erectile dysfunction that it should dominate my spam, or is it a measure of the importance (rather than frequency) of the problem?
DavidS:
As men get older it gets more common. So I think you have to imagine a graph where men get older, richer and more powerful (rising arc) and their penises beginning to droop (predictably sagging arc). At the intersection is where Viagra sales are made.
Lee:
Hey, you could even make it a Venn diagram!
paperdol:
A Venns Deferencegram!
What, nobody thinks this is worthy? Or you just don't go in there?
Daniel Jansen in BBaBB
So do right hand threads have to be turned counter-clockwise to remove?
Strega: Daniel and I watched a few episodes of The Inside last night. I decided that Paul is Whedon. It makes everything funnier.
Juliebird: Happily married but obsessing over waifish self-empowered young women?
Tim Minear: Juliebird, that sounds like the start of a sales pitch. "Then try Slayer Puffs!"
In Natter--
Ginger: I would attempt to make a jump like that (10 feet over an open mine shaft) only if I were being pursued by orcs, Dementors, Go'auld, Two-Face, the Shadows, the Terminator and the creature from Alien.
Ailleann: All together, or individually?
tommyrot All together. With the Terminator on a pogo stick, Dementors doing the macarena, orcs in tutus on rollerskates, and Two-Face and the creature from Alien joined together as a pantomime horse.
In Literary:
Laga: Don't tell me who dies in Vampire People! I want to be surprised.
sarameg: There's a potentially dangerous situation at the end! I won't tell you what happened.
Steph L: Hint: it involves a turkey. And wireless internet.
sarameg: I was there. Um, is it a spoiler if I'm posting, cause I'm still alive?
JZ: ZOMG you have totally ruined EVERYTHING. I might as well just never read another book again ever! ::flounces out::
sarameg: Nonononono! For all you know, I'm a sockpuppet posting as sarameg (see page 77.)
Trudy Booth: It's part of why the Inca never made much use of the wheel (despite what I'd been taught, they DID have them pre-columbus -- but it was easier to pack llamas than haul carts around.)
billytea: I heard they used wheels primarily on kids' toys. I like the idea of kids complaining that all they had were these stoopid wheels, and when were they going to be allowed to borrow the llama for the weekend?
tommyrot: Boys just wanna borrow the llama so they can take girls out on dates. Which of course leads to the parking and the making out on the llama.
Then there's the tragic alcohol-related llama accidents....
billytea: Well, yeah. At least parents these days don't have to worry that their teenager might get the car drunk.
tommyrot: Yeah. What happens is the teenagers get drunk and start to make out on the llama, then the llama finishes the booze.
Jilli VoiceOfReason: Today's edition of I Don't Understand Other People's Clothing Choices: I just passed a woman wearing 4" stilletto-heeled, peep-toe, sling-back shoes; black baggy capris; a hip-length fuchsia sequined tank top; and a shrunken black denim jacket. With kinda frizzy, "my blow-out has given up", overly-bleached hair and peach lipgloss.
Daisy Jane: We're sorry Jilli. She escaped Dallas. You can just send her on back down here. She's probably lost, poor thing.