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.
more than teary than coffee, tbh
SuziQ:
I'm sorry that buffistas have the experience to provide me with such information, but I'm grateful for you sharing the information.
Connie Neil:
Glad to be the scout on this trail, maybe I can be the only one to take the trip.
Dana in Natter:
Why is my work teleconference starting with talk of a vomiting child?
Shrift:
Maybe they just wanted to help you reaffirm your life choices?
Ginger, in Natter:
Nothing says "dinner's ready" quite like the smell of melted tupperware.
Makes me laugh 'cause ... well, it's happened.
Consuela, in Natter:
But behavior I find off-putting in a tortoise is really unacceptable in any kind of public figure.
Matt the bruins fan and ita_! in Natter:
Matt the Bruins fan -
I was encouraging one of my supervisors (whom I'd have invited to become a buffista long ago if not for the fact that this is where I come to vent about work) to borrow my Teen Wolf DVDs based on his love of Buffy. And then walked alone a quarter mile through a winding forest road in the pitch dark to get to my car, and only realized mid-walk that I was doing exactly what I've called Scott McCall out on as a dumbass for doing at the start of said series. Thankfully the only wild creatures that bit me were mosquitos, but as I was shuffling along by the dim light of my cellphone I was imagining "...and that was the last anyone ever saw of him!" as my epitaph.
ita ! -
"he was a nice guy, but more importantly, too well-steeped in pop culture to wander off through the woods after a bittersweet party. That took us all by surprise. You think you know a guy, and then...boom! You find he has habits you couldn't even dream of sharing.
"But we would have listened--we just didn't hear what he was so desperately screaming. At least he didn't take that new guy (virgin) he'd developed a crush on. Small mercy, given the tragedy, but it's all we have to hold onto right now."
Rick in Natter:
My parents had four kids, and I know they were disappointed to find themselves reaching old-age without any grandchildren, even though they were careful to hide it. When I called my father at age 86 to tell him he had twin grandsons on the way his response was "You're cutting it kind of close, aren't you?"
In Natter, I actually snorted:
Zenkitty:
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain.
billytea:
IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS NAME THE DAMN HORSE
In Natter:
ita_!
So turns out, apparently, no-incest boy is/has been/was an epic troll on a few of the Gawker sites, and now he's crediting me with a large part of his turnaround. I want zero credit for that, because when he turns back to the dark side, also zero responsibility.
Jesse -
Too late! Now you own him.
Steph L.
Give him a sock.
Oh, but there's more...
Zenkitty:
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain
billytea:
IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS NAME THE DAMN HORSE
Connie Neil:
The horse transcends names.
billytea:
You rode through the desert on Prince?
Connie Neil:
I'm sure it's not the oddest thing to ride on Prince.
billytea:
Yeah, but it's a little odd to take three days. For that you really need to ride through the desert on Sting.
Zenkitty:
At last, we've named the horse.
ita:
So turns out, apparently, no-incest boy is/has been/was an epic troll on a few of the Gawker sites, and now he's crediting me with a large part of his turnaround. I want zero credit for that, because when he turns back to the dark side, also zero responsibility.
Jesse:
Too late! Now you own him.
Steph L.:
Give him a sock.