'Objects In Space'
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 Boxed Set, about the impact of some character deaths:
ita: I was gutted by their deaths, sumi, so my only conclusion is that you have no heart...
sumi: My heart was consumed by trying to figure out knitting in the round with doublepointed needles.
In Lightbulbs, Polter-Cow invents a word that really, really needs to exist:
Thritto.
Oh, Fred, I can't take credit for that! I've seen it used before, multiple times. Possibly even on this very board.
welcome spring, from bitches:
Cass:
Treesex is teh suck.
*choo*
Aimee
Boy, that's what I get for flipping from fic to Bitches, cause I read that sentence and thought, "What the fuck is *she* reading?"
Cass
Ent smut.
Burrell's take on the Groping at Con fiasco:
I don't need to go to a con to get my boobs groped in a purely platonic, yet annoyingly needy, way. I have kids.
Cass was killin' before killin' was cool
SuziQ: Now my brain has a whole bunch of "You might be a cougar if....." type lines bouncing around.
You might be a cougar if you are old enough to have once babysat your date.
You might be a cougar if your date is younger than your child.
You might be a cougar if your car is older than your date.
Cass: Hey, when it comes to cars? I have standards.
****
shrift: Kids these days. Why can't I kill them, again?
Cass: It's mostly semantic, really...
Quantum dairy, from Natter:
Hil R.: OK, wikipedia suggests that what I know as farmer's cheese might be the same thing as quark (I've tried quark, and it is pretty similar), which is sold in Canada as baker's cheese.
Frankenbuddha: I prefer strangeness and charm cheese to quark, personally.
Steph L.: The problem is, the grocer SAYS it's in the dairy case, but you can never find it.... t
Jessica: I believe the solution is to throw a pint of heavy cream really hard into the rest of the items in the case...
Jessica in Bitches:
Given the name, I feel I should be using my Bush Stimulus Package to buy a vibrator.
lisah in Natter:
I want someone to put me in a carseat and drive somewhere so I could take a nap.
Too bad my ass is too big.
JZ crushes out on Flannery O'Connor, in Literary:
She managed to write some memorably, spectacularly miserable characters, but Flannery herself wasn't miserable. I read all 700-some odd pages of her collected letters, and she really does come across as a Buffista before Buffistas were: snarky, sly, occasionally outright goofy, and equally capable of being mockingly delighted by the awfulness of kitsch and moved by the emotion behind it; full of geeky passions and delights; interested in the world outside her town and the universe inside her own mind. Sometimes a little terse when the lupus was excruciating, but often darkly witty even then.
Eloquent as Nutty and ita combined in her cold dissection of lousy writing and lazy logic; as simultaneously passionate and wry as Cindy writing about her faith; as irritated by, occasionally resentful of her dependency on, and kindred-spirit snarkily proud and loving of her mother as erika; tender in her notation of the green and growing and fruiting products of her land as Betsy; fiendish as MM in her elaborate scorn of hypocrites and monstrous fools; loyal to her friends as any Buffista, willing to sprint around the world for them when she couldn't walk to her own front door. And able to deliver a biting, delicious quip while she was at it.
For someone with one fuck of a lot to be miserable about, O'Connor was somehow really not so miserable at all.