(it's the "Hugs!" that makes it art.)
On my seventh birthday, I wanted a toy fire truck, and I didn't get it, and you were real nice about it, and then the house next door burnt down, and then real firetrucks came, and for years I thought you set the fire for me. And if you did, you can tell me!
Xander ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Coffee On My Monitor Again
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.
Una - Sep 18, 2015 1:35:36 pm PDT #1116 of 1328
when i die, please bake my ashes into a brick and use me to hit fascists.
Laura - Sep 26, 2015 6:41:57 am PDT #1117 of 1328
Our wings are not tired.
Zenkitty gets all our Natter votes:
A Pig? Amateur. Try Screwing With the Animals on the Hill. Vote Zenkitty For Prime Minister of America.
Talk About a Bipartisan Divide, Check Out This Cleavage! Vote Zen for Queen of America.
Evil Gets Shit Done! Vote Zenkitty for Dictator for Life and Never Have to Think About Politics Again.
Una - Sep 28, 2015 11:44:58 am PDT #1118 of 1328
when i die, please bake my ashes into a brick and use me to hit fascists.
Dropping the mic in Natter:
Strix: I have a question that I don't think that I could ask anywhere else but here. Ok, the phrase balls of steel, I've often translated it to ovaries of steel or gonads of steel, I've used adamantium or titanium. You get the gist.
However I, and other people, no longer possess or never had gonads so here's my quandary -- what phraseology can I use that is similar to that phrase which doesn't reference my no longer existent gonads?
I'm certainly not offended by my gonad-free existence. I certainly am NOT upset if someone references gonads, ovaries or balls of steel, whatever. It's just a curious thought that I cannot get out of my head. I can't come up with a really good answer.
msbelle-Rebecca: Vagina of Vibranium
omnis_audis - Sep 29, 2015 8:00:19 pm PDT #1119 of 1328
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
In response to the beginning of the prior post, as an Audio Engineer, I feel compelled to share this public service annoucement:
Laga - Oct 03, 2015 2:10:07 pm PDT #1120 of 1328
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
working my way through ita's thread (I have to take it small doses with a healthy side of wine) I found this post from way back in January that I have to immortalize...
Toddson - Jan 15, 2015
If life imitated art - as it should - ita's spirit would have passed into her laptop and then into the internet. I'd like to think of her whooshing through the tubes and pipes, maybe correcting some errant code. And taking joy in killing malware with her pinky.
WindSparrow - Oct 03, 2015 6:38:20 pm PDT #1121 of 1328
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
That is, of course, what I was trying to make Death say had happened in Sang Sacre. Naturally He would not allow himself to be nailed down in that fashion.
EpicTangent - Oct 29, 2015 9:18:46 am PDT #1122 of 1328
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
From Boxed Set:
Steph: Oh, BLESS. The salmon ladder is back!
sj: Teppy, you just made me so sad that I'm currently watching the Republican debate.
billytea: I'm mildly disappointed that she wasn't talking about the Republican debate.
Calli - Nov 09, 2015 1:02:42 am PST #1123 of 1328
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
From Movies (no context needed).
-t : Ha! The turnips will affirm, I mean to see these movies!
hippocampus - Nov 19, 2015 11:41:05 am PST #1124 of 1328
not your mom's socks.
Can I COMM a tweet? Because this thread is just kind of everything: [link]
WindSparrow - Dec 07, 2015 7:29:23 am PST #1125 of 1328
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Amy, in Natter:
I keep trying to put into words what this community means to me, and instead I keep getting this image of a woven quilt, in all of the colors ever, spread out around the world. We're both the quilt itself and sheltered underneath it.