Ok, this cracked me right the hell up in Procedurals:
brenda m: Hah. Snoop Dogg is on Monk.
billytea: Fo shizzle?
Buffy: I was regrouping. Spike: You were about to be regrouped into separate piles.
'Potential'
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.
kat perez - Oct 21, 2007 2:23:28 pm PDT #9416 of 10000
"We have trust issues." Mylar
BigDuluth - Oct 21, 2007 8:17:29 pm PDT #9417 of 10000
"I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world"
The wonderful Fay in Bitches:
AustralianReikiMasterBloke: And if we see another person in distress, we instinctively help them. We don't just tell them to piss off. Why is that?
MyFriends: respectful silence
Me: ...because we have social skills?
BigDuluth - Oct 23, 2007 9:03:58 pm PDT #9418 of 10000
"I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world"
Tommyrot in Natter commenting on an article:
"But whatever you do, don't freak out; those who scream, wave their arms, and run away are only going to make the macaques even more aggressive."
Fuck. There goes my monkey attack contingency plan
Scrappy - Oct 24, 2007 11:37:55 am PDT #9419 of 10000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Dana and DX discussing the tweeness of Pushing Daisies in Boxed Set:
Dana: What else is twee?
DX: Spwuce? Wedwood?
Pix - Oct 25, 2007 7:35:57 pm PDT #9420 of 10000
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
In Natter:
Consuela: Did we know it's St. Crispin's Day? Is it, in fact, St. Crispin's Day?
Cashmere: We few, we happy few...
were totally unaware.
Sean K - Oct 27, 2007 9:24:40 am PDT #9421 of 10000
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
I'm just the setup. Scola and Jess bring the funny:
Sean K:
Okay, I plugged in my iPhone to charge over night, and then slept for eight and a half hours.
It's only 2/3 charged.
That does not seem right.
Tom Scola:
8½ hours of sleep per night is perfectly normal.
Jessica:
Dear everyone without babies,
I hate you all.
Love, Jess
Trudy Booth - Oct 29, 2007 7:12:04 am PDT #9422 of 10000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Toddson: you know, it may be that when I can recognize a Buffista in a photo that doesn't include their head, I may have been hanging around here too much.
SuziQ - Oct 29, 2007 9:18:47 am PDT #9423 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Sue : There is a Golden Retriever in my dining room that my neighbor and I found wandering the busy street by my house. The damn thing is trying to bond with me so I don't call animal control.
Make it stop looking at me with those eyes!
Kat : Damn.
I'm making myself hungry now.
Daisy Jane - Oct 29, 2007 1:20:42 pm PDT #9424 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Jesse in non-fiction (because it would be a shame if no one else saw it)
OMG, someone just forwarded me a job posting for executive director of Tyra's T-Zone Foundation.... "I have two proposals before me, but only one check in my hands..."
Laga - Oct 29, 2007 5:03:28 pm PDT #9425 of 10000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I have to immortalize Liese's story from Natter:
So...Barbie decapitation, huh? I'm guessing that means the Barbie heads can go back on, right? I must share my childhood tale of woe.
I had a nice brunette Barbie (I'm sure it wasn't Barbie, but Margaret or something) that I liked very much. I also had a blonde Barbie that I didn't like as well, partially because I thought she had an entitled look on her face. Also, her silver dress was not as aesthetically pleasing. Anyway, one day, I was playing (rather roughly, as I did) with her, and I accidentally broke her head off.
This was deeply traumatizing and I hid the body under my bed. And then (and this will tell you the sort of child I was) I prayed long repentant prayers asking God to please restore the mutilated body of my Barbie. For weeks.
He did not, so eventually, I confessed my crime to my mother who, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure laughed heartily, and that was that.
But see, I didn't know the heads went back on. So now I'm thinking God was going, "What're you asking me for? Stick the thing back on yourself!"
eta: Which I think probably he says a lot.