Dawn: I think a date should be in a real fancy restaurant, then champagne at a night club with a floor show, then ballroom dancing. Joyce: Unfortunately, we're not dating in a movie from the thirties.

'Get It Done'


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.


JenP - Feb 26, 2009 6:28:55 pm PST #14 of 1307

Kat: Loki is a toddler.

billytea: You've just encapsulated centuries of Norse mythology in only four words. What are you going to do next?


Frankenbuddha - Feb 26, 2009 6:38:50 pm PST #15 of 1307
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

OMG, that last post made me almost nose water. Guess the thread is well named indeed, beverage choices aside.

ETA seriously - I'm still laughing at this (having missed it in thread) 5 minutes later. I fear I will scare my cow-orkers when I come across it in thread tomorrow.


Theodosia - Mar 03, 2009 2:54:10 am PST #16 of 1307
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

beth b

teeny tiny tender peas -- that was the pea description in my house growing up.

sarameg

Brussel sprouts were shrunken heads in my childhood.
I didn't like'em, but we ate 'em.

ita

I called mushrooms slugs for my sister's benefit.
Why do I have a cold?

Matt the Bruins fan

Karmic payback?


dcp - Mar 04, 2009 1:54:55 am PST #17 of 1307
Empathy for Charlie and Algernon.

In Natter 63, following mention of kosher salt and Christian salt.

tommyrot:

I want FSM salt. Blessed by a pirate.


billytea - Mar 03, 2009 8:03:27 pm PST #18 of 1307
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Steph and the Boy deal with her severe toothache:

Me: "Oh god, I can't eat anything because it hurts!"

The Boy: "Not even peanut butter from the jar?"

Me: ....

Me: [running to kitchen] "I love you more than Batman right now!"

(As I was rummaging in the pantry to find the peanut butter, I heard from the dining room, "Right NOW?!?" Heh.)


Glamcookie - Mar 04, 2009 2:22:34 am PST #19 of 1307
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Raq in Movies:

The actress in Salvation is named Moon Bloodgood? Did she escape from a JK Rowling book?


Beverly - Mar 05, 2009 4:17:32 pm PST #20 of 1307
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

a ref four-fecta, from Bitches--

connie neil: This Means Something! Especially since I found it while doing research on an X-Files/Supernatural crossover fic.

Cue the Twilight Zone theme.


omnis_audis - Mar 08, 2009 11:26:52 am PDT #21 of 1307
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

WRT the Wii Fit: Laga: yeah, I also got the "too busy to work out yesterday, eh?" I shot back, "No, YOU were, fighting nazis and killing zombies with D."


Trudy Booth - Mar 09, 2009 5:20:28 am PDT #22 of 1307
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

Ginger: My dog apparently ate a couple of ounces of weeds and then threw them up this afternoon.

meara: ...I read this as ate WEED. And I was like "well, someone's open about her pot habit...and surprisingly not so upset about the amount the dog went through, that's expensive, isn't it?"

Perkins: Me too, meara. Me too.

Cass: And me.

beth b: me too

Ginger: It's nice that people think my life is more exciting than it is. I guess it would really be alarming if he ate pot-laced brownies with chocolate chips in them.

Miracleman: When I was growing up, the neighbor across the back way was, um...unsubtle about his weed habit. And by that I mean he had a four or five foot plant growing next to his back stoop.

One day the family got a black lab mix puppy. Cute widdle guy, just tiny when they got him.

And that tiny widdle guy ate the whole weed plant.

Owner guy was very upset about the loss of his plant. Owner lady was very upset that her widdle puppy might die.

Widdle puppy was one very happy puppy. For three whole days. He just lay there and, like, wagged his tail, and probably thought: Dude. What if "Dog" was spelled G-O-D. You know, man?

Theodosia: "Look at the size of my PAWS!" "What's that thing waving around at the base of my spine? Wait, it's ATTACHED?" "Man, I've got to get me some Snausages, like, now!"

brenda m: Yeah, but that differs from a dog's normal day how?

amych: More munchies?

Oh, wait.


WindSparrow - Mar 09, 2009 6:07:02 am PDT #23 of 1307
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.

In Bitches, on the topic of small children's bad dreams, Trudy Booth sets it up:

I guess that's how the sleeping brain expresses anxiety before you've gone to High School.

Miracleman knocks it down:

...and after you've gone, the anxiety is expressed as...bad poetry and poor fashion decisions.