One-upmanship, in Natter.
shrift: If that makes you a horrible person, then I'm the Osama bin Antichrist Hitler wearing a Fred Phelps skin suit.
Come on. You drop by for a cup of coffee, and the world's not ending? Please.
Connor ,'Not Fade Away'
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.
smonster - Jul 15, 2010 6:05:30 pm PDT #475 of 1328
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Calli - Jul 20, 2010 9:23:18 am PDT #476 of 1328
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
About the ongoing growth of the English language:
Steph L.: I went to a Shakespalin place, too.
Vortex - Jul 20, 2010 6:37:02 pm PDT #477 of 1328
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
ita: Currently I can't get to google.com. It's blocked on "sex" grounds. Halloo?
Burrell: Maybe you misspelled it "goolie"?
Jessica - Jul 22, 2010 7:59:11 am PDT #478 of 1328
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
Nattery goodness:
Kat: Wondering what to do with your placenta? Howabout making a cuddly teddy bear out of it? Or, artwork. or print a tshirt. [link]
Aims: SHE MADE A BEAR?!?!? UNDO IT!! UNDO IT!!
Trudy Booth - Jul 22, 2010 10:06:19 am PDT #479 of 1328
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
Calli: My parents planted trees for my sister and me, but I don't think placentas were involved. Just blue spruce. I don't hate the thought of burying a placenta--you can compost just about anything organic. But it seems like one more thing to keep track of for a new parent. What with feeding and diapering and juggling helpful (or "helpful") relatives, who wants to bother tracking down a shovel and a sapling?
Trudy Booth - Jul 29, 2010 4:03:21 am PDT #480 of 1328
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
Sophia Brooks: I just have to say this because I cannot yell at my cow-orker-- Punk existed in the 70's!!!!!!!!!
Tom Scola: It was all steam-powered way back then, but yeah.
billytea: Wait, that was steampunk? No wonder I find musical culture so confusing.
It does at least explain the Sex Pistols' album, "Never Mind The Bollocks, Here's The Velocipedes".
Toddson - Jul 29, 2010 12:37:44 pm PDT #481 of 1328
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
erikaj in Natter:
God has probably turned to His son, and said "Honestly, you know the most appalling people,"
JenP - Jul 29, 2010 7:02:19 pm PDT #482 of 1328
Natter:
amych:
Quote of the day: "'meetings' isn't exactly the word I'm looking for, but a regular iteration of when we get together to talk about things."
3 guesses as to the circumstances in which the above was uttered.
Jesse:
Was it in a semi-formalized work-driven discussion?
flea - Jul 30, 2010 3:46:21 am PDT #483 of 1328
information libertarian
In Bitches, Trudy proposed George Clooney rentals:
showing up at your house in a tux after you've had a hard day and making you a pot of tea and listening to you bitch about your boss...
meara:
OMG, I would love this. Or I vote for the Old Spice Man clad in towel, making tea, listening to me bitch, and then saying crazy things about what we will do to my boss and how he will make me feel better.
Vortex:
See, a towel would be too much temptation.
meara:
Well, not for ME. :)
Calli - Jul 30, 2010 9:56:39 am PDT #484 of 1328
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
In Natter:
amych: I pretty much suspect that the only alarm that would actually work would be a Clocky. Or it could just end up dead in a distant corner of the room, with me curled up over its wee fragmented machine-body, still holding the sledgehammer, sound asleep and with no memory of ever having chased it down to destroy it.
Yes, I am confused by mornings and all that they contain.