It's all about choices, Faith. The ones we make, and the ones we don't. Oh, and the consequences. Those are always fun.

Angelus ,'Smile Time'


Delurking 1: Because we don't always check our e-mail.


erikaj - Oct 06, 2009 8:12:40 am PDT #652 of 3094
Always Anti-fascist!

I use my real name cause back on TT Mary Beth would have cut me, or something, if I hadn't.(I was not a Buffista then, though, because I didn't take to Buffy on my initial viewing. I was also boring and shy, so if you don't remember me from then, it ain't no thing. I wish I didn't either.) But the real name habit stuck(well, I let Fay call me E, because we've got it like that, and because it so fits.) Except on lj, because that's where the freaky stuff goes. I've had Buffistas to dinner a few times and snogged more than my share at f2fs. I'm not good, by Buffista standards, with punctuation, although that still qualifies me to be a neighborhood pain in the ass. And that whole conversation reminds me of Ben-Affleck-as-Keith-Olbermann twisting a sentence to death to avoid ending it with a preposition.


juliana - Oct 06, 2009 8:44:58 am PDT #653 of 3094
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

I have had THREE! THREE! Buffistas stay with me! Four, if Matilda counts as a lurker.

I have had 4 Buffistas sleep in my bed at once! It was AWESOME. Ah, the Bed Of Doom. Also, ND and I were each other's First Buffista, as I picked him up in MSP to go meet Bridget and Knut for drinks at the Bryant Lake Bowl.


Fred Pete - Oct 06, 2009 8:56:24 am PDT #654 of 3094
Ann, that's a ferret.

I'm not a fan of olives. So the mofletta looks a lot better to me than a muffuletta.


smonster - Oct 06, 2009 9:18:47 am PDT #655 of 3094
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I haven't had any buffistae stay with me, unless you count Amyth falling asleep on my couch.

You have also hosted my cats. Thanks again for that.

I will add, however, for the lurkers' benefit, that I turned my keys over to smonster to stay in my apartment while I was away without every having met her face-to-face.

'Tis true. And a marvelous hostess she was and is, even in absentia. DH as well.

The first time I met meara she arrived at my house in the wee smalls of the morning after a truly horrendous drive from DC.


Steph L. - Oct 06, 2009 9:32:29 am PDT #656 of 3094
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

smonster, remember getting pumpkin ice cream at Graeter's? (Actually, did you get the pumpkin? I know I did, because I'm a whore for all things pumpkin.)

Since it's October, pumpkin is back as the flavor of the month! Butterfat, here I come!


Cashmere - Oct 06, 2009 9:42:21 am PDT #657 of 3094
Now tagless for your comfort.

I saw erika's dog violate a plush toy so I want extra credit for that.


Cashmere - Oct 06, 2009 9:42:49 am PDT #658 of 3094
Now tagless for your comfort.

Oh, and her mom is a killer cook.

But not in a Mrs. Lovett kind of way.


SolangeK - Oct 06, 2009 10:22:10 am PDT #659 of 3094

Here's a question, mostly for the lurkers: how do you refer to stuff you learn here @ b.org to non-buffistas? I have started so many sentences with "I just saw/read this really interesting thing, and..." and then I realize I have no good way to explain who ya'll are. My hubby knows, but most of my friends and coworkers don't get the concept of such an online community ("No, it's NOT like FB!"), and I'm reduced to mumbling, then quickly changing the subject. Of course, that hasn't kept me from dropping hints to new kewl people I meet, in wild hopes that they might already be a buffista. Is there a secret handshake we should know about?


erikaj - Oct 06, 2009 10:23:01 am PDT #660 of 3094
Always Anti-fascist!

Totally, dude. It's like one of the Bitches is an actual bitch. Those steaks were awesome, yeah.


Jesse - Oct 06, 2009 10:24:21 am PDT #661 of 3094
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I have started so many sentences with "I just saw/read this really interesting thing, and..."

That's pretty much how I do it. Also, some really good stories happen to "a friend of a friend."