'Not Fade Away'
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.
In Bitches:
Hil R.: Sigh. My mother just emailed my sister and me an article explaining how compound interest works, and how it's different from simple interest. I'm a mathematician. My sister is a tax lawyer/accountant. She thinks we don't understand compound interest?
Just wanted to point out that I've used 'thinko' for years, as I first heard it from my friend Lenny at least 16 years ago.
Sox, in Bitches.
Thank you so much to everyone here for the support. My mom was of the 'hold on - things will get better' school of thought - and she is probably right, but I think by that point I would have completely unraveled, and become Yarn, instead of Sox.
Sail and Raq, in Bitches, on the care and feeding of cats:
SailAweigh: I've got an automatic food dispenser. It runs on batteries, so I can program feeding times into it. They get fed twice a day, at the same times everyday.
Raq: Hey, so does my cat! Actually, he has two. They are both carbon-based semi-autonomous household appliances, and they run on Coke Zero. He's programmed one to feed him at 5:30 am and 9:00 pm, and the other to feed him at 8:00 am and 5:30 pm.
Raq: He's developing a spot-feeding dispenser, but it's not tall enough to reach the food yet.
Emily: Poor thing. Poor whiny fucking thing
Liese S.: Yesterday I saw an elk. A really big one. Well, I dunno, it was my first encounter that close, so I dunno if it was big compared to other elk. But it was big compared to me.
Jars: If I only ate what made me happy, I'd eat nothing but candy and cheese.
In Natter:
Jessica: I wonder what percentage of Britons enjoy fucking with pollsters...
MiracleMan: "...also, my good man, if ever you venture near the Hundred Acre Woods, up near Warwickshire, you'd best watch yourself. My uncle's flatmate's cousin was mauled by a yellow bear in a red shirt up there. Plus, they say there are tigers."
Kat:
I love that today is Super Fat Tuesday! It makes me feel like I fit right in.
In Literary Buffistas 3:
DXMachina: I was thinking about Isaac Asimov sending out Harlan Ellison to investigate cases for him, a la Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin, but alas, Ellison ain't dead yet.
Anne W.: I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard to find some volunteers to fix that little snag.