My food is problematic.

River ,'The Message'


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.


Fred Pete - Jul 29, 2009 4:49:47 am PDT #169 of 1329
Ann, that's a ferret.

When Gamers get ideas....

billytea: There's one little-distributed supplement, the Book of Erotic Fantasy, that includes a comeliness score for a gelatinous cube. And... it's positive. 2, I think. Who's scoping out one of these things and thinking, "I'd hit that"?

Sean K: Hey now.... Who hasn't wanted to sex up a bowl of highy acidic jello?

StuntHusband: Isn't this the wrong thread to talk Trek fic?


Calli - Jul 31, 2009 9:21:23 am PDT #170 of 1329
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

In Literary:

erikaj:...nobody claims to "pioneer" crime fiction cause the people that write it are so good with guns. IJS.


Pix - Aug 01, 2009 2:45:41 pm PDT #171 of 1329
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

In Literary during a discussion of Laurel K. Hamilton comparing her books to the Twilight series:

Fay: LKH writes terrible porn sans plot, and Meyers writes terrible plot sans porn.

DebetEsse: Together, they fight crime literature.


Toddson - Aug 03, 2009 12:49:28 pm PDT #172 of 1329
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

And erikaj continues (how did no one else get to this first?):

Not as much as it would if I could picture her trailing some long-haired werewolf dude all "Baby, please, You know my ardeur is all for you...Baby? We'll go for a ride in the Mercedes...you love that, right? You can hang your head outside and everything."


Toddson - Aug 03, 2009 1:30:07 pm PDT #173 of 1329
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

Is NO ONE paying attention? or maybe I'm easily amused ...

In Natter:

sarameg: I have no idea how my mother hasn't killed my father.

Trudy Booth: Nookie.

In all likelyhood, its the nookie.

I'm sorry to add this thought to your current woes.


erikaj - Aug 03, 2009 5:20:13 pm PDT #174 of 1329
Always Anti-fascist!

It's an Ari thing, Toddson. Maybe not everybody here wants to hug it out as much as me.


Glamcookie - Aug 04, 2009 7:41:15 am PDT #175 of 1329
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

Gud in Natter:

We had a storm last night. It actually snapped the neighbor's flag pole, sending the confederate flag to the ground. We shall see if the south rises again.


Pix - Aug 04, 2009 10:58:31 am PDT #176 of 1329
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

In Bitches, irreverent and oh-so-funny:

Gudanov:

There's a FCM version of the Bible? Is it just a bunch of FCM questions.

Thou shalt decide who thou wedeth, chucketh, or knoweth; Eve, Delilah, or Jezebel.


Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Aug 04, 2009 11:49:13 pm PDT #177 of 1329
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"

Following a discussion in Bitches about whether the Irish are the Lost Tribe of Israel:

Toddson:

In re the Irish ... there's a school of thought that Jesus was Irish.

I mean, he lived with his parents until he was 29, on his last night alive he went out drinking with the boys, he thought his mother was a virgin, and his mother thought he was god.

I'm going to hell, aren't I?

Ginger:

There's a whole Buffista wing.

Daisy Jane:

Good company at least.

NoiseDesign:

At this point I think we're running the place.

"Hell, under new management"

Daisy Jane:

And we'll have a special place for people who talk in the theater.


billytea - Aug 08, 2009 8:28:31 pm PDT #178 of 1329
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Shir, in Natter:

I read ellipses and the massive use of them as if the email was written by a 20 something tubercular woman in the 18th century with a faint voice. I read "Will see you... sure it'll be a blast... gotta go now... love 'ya" and can't help but thinking "Noooo! Don't die!".