beth b: As long as I am not related to Pat Buchanan, I don't care.
'Trash'
Coffee On My Monitor
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DavidS on Angel plot developments:
I don't care how they derailed the Cordelia/ Angel train as long as it's off the trestle and down in the gully.
ted r
I thought it was another fine episode in what so far is an amazing season. Which makes me unhappy in a way, because all this goodness has a "let's go out with a bang" feel and I'm not ready to face a GOP world with no new BTVS.
vw bug and vortex in Buffy:
No. No. They wouldn't do that. Would they?
oh, yeah. they're the "do that" writers.
Jess PMoon: If Pat Robertson turns out to be right, I'm re-converting back to Judaism so I can control the weather.
Emily: And I'll start having gay sex to attract tornados.
Rob: Oooh, the kernel of an excellent insurance scam!
Nutty in Previously:
It's very distracting, hearing Investigate This Strange New Pus music over Boy Walks Into Highschool.
Reema (making a glorious debut in Buffy) :
Re topic, here are my episode notes:
Buffy: Xander! Has Spike killed you, yet?
Xander: No.
Buffy: Well, keep vigil, then. If he kills you, he's dangerous for sure.
Anya: Spike can kill? Spike could kill me!
Xander: Um. Sunlight.
Anya: But wouldn't investigation be more suicidal?
Buffy: Kill her! Kill her!
Spike: Yum.
Xander: Hey! I know this! They're both Spike!
Spike: No, he's evil. You guys can't tell me apart from an evil thing? ...oh, right.
Spike: We're very pretty.
England: I have Giles. Neener.
Buffy: You killed Holden!
Spike: Sure, I talked to other girls. They weren't like you, though. They had penises.
Aimee Mann: I'm Aimee Mann!
Spike's Memory: Hi.
Spike: Aah.
Reema: That was kind of sexy.
Joss Whedon: I know. I make him sexy, then I let him rape people. Don't you feel all ashamed and self-reproaching, now?
Reema: Mostly, I just feel like seeing that again.
Joss Whedon: Oh... fine.
Reema: With the sex, and the blood, and the death. It's all the same to me.
Joss Whedon: Shut up.
Spike: I came, I conquered, I felt really bad about it.
Buffy: Okay.
Joss Whedon: Really, though. I very skillfully avoid the gay-equals-evil pitfall, and all you guys are on about how you want more homoeroticism. Then I give it to you, and I totally get shit for it. What gives?
Slashers: Sex sex sex. Death death death.
Giles: Fu--
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Noumenon: They're not just anvils. They're dramatic iron-y anvils made of dramatic iron.
In Natter:
Alibelle: My computer wants to change "Aguilera" to "uglier"
ita: Too late -- her stylist already got there.