Okay, um, I'm lost. Uh, I'm angry, and I'm armed, so if you two have something that you need to work out --

Mal ,'War Stories'

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.

billytea - Mar 03, 2009 8:03:27 pm PST #18 of 1324
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 1324
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 1324
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 1324
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 1324
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 1324
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.

Toddson - Mar 11, 2009 4:03:17 am PDT #24 of 1324
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

Cass, discovering that the cilantro hate starts early:

Was grabbing a quick dinner tonight with P and the no-longer-baby-because-she's-nearly-three and she was happily nom nom nomming guacamole until her face just had a look of betrayal and she stuck out her tongue. With a piece of cilantro on it. It was like 1 out of ten Buffista arguments, right there. She, it seems, is nay on cilantro. I did not ask if it tasted like soap because ... well, because not laughing was the most I could really manage apart from taking the icky cilantro away.

flea - Mar 11, 2009 2:15:26 pm PDT #25 of 1324
information libertarian

Aims, in Bitches:

If people are going to insist on using troll logic, then I demand they start wearing spiky hair, dyed green or red, and have a large rhinestone in their belly for people to rub for luck. You gonna use the logic, look like a freaking troll

Laura - Mar 11, 2009 5:44:12 pm PDT #26 of 1324
Our wings are not tired.

Kristen in b'crazy, because truthiness.

Awesome. The Fiery Thread of Death will live 4EVAH!

ETA: It's been a sucktastic month. I will take my victories where I can.

WindSparrow - Mar 11, 2009 6:55:31 pm PDT #27 of 1324
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


Why can't sweet sensible people end up with other sweet sensible people and the psychos date each other?


Hey, it can happen. Aims and I ended up together...

...and somewhere out there, there are two sweet sensible people who may have found each other as well.




Tell me I'm wrong. I dare you.


You're wrong.


Okay, now mean it.

C'mon, we've always said it's a good thing we found each other because nobody else was as uniquely suited to put up with each others' crap as we are.

He reads comics and collects toys; she reads and writes Harry Potter fic. Together, they fight crime! Very specifically weird crime.

connie neil:

Hubby and I say we married each other to spare two innocent souls the grief of living with us.

Jilli, Voice of Reason:

Every now and then, single male friends of mine will lament that they can't find nice, sane goth girls. "Like you, Jilli!" I then laugh and laugh at them, and explain that no, I'm not sane. It's just that Pete and I are well matched in crazycakes.