That's why I'm so weirded out about not being present for the Zoe discussion. a) I was part of the board then. b) I thought for sure I had participated. and c) I know there were lots of other discussions in there that I waded in with all sorts of half-assed, ill-formed opinions.

I'm sticking to stuff I was aware of, but not a part of. This exchange about mieskie, nee Schmoker (not yet Anathema) cracks me up:

Perhaps his next visit will go better.

Buffistas, improving your posting experience one posting identity at a time.

Busy changing your board name as often as you changed your underwear.

Shut it.

Because I'm Looking Backwards Guy today, I share unto you...an Anya.

*******

Angel: "Quickening, But Not The Highlander Kind Of Quickening"

Angelus: I combed my hair!
Darla: You're getting soft.
Holtz: Whereas I'm a lot like Rambo.
Angelus: But I'm bad! Look, I'm biting Holtz's wife. See? Eeeeeevil!
Darla: Eh.

Angel: Darla, can you believe it? A beach ball! We are going to have a beachball!
Darla: Stake me. Why won't you stake me?

Lilah: Does this blackmail video make me look fat?
Mail Clerk: Gotta go! Bye!
Lilah: God, I hate you.
Gavin Park: Yes. I hate you as well. We must now bicker.
Lilah: Must we?
Gavin Park: We must.
Lilah: Well, if we must.

Holtz: I want Angelus.
Demon: Get in line.
Holtz: No, I want to kill him. I really want to kill him. Like, totally dead.
Demon: So, are you saying you want to kill him?

Loud Toothpaste Commercial: Wake up, Recapper, wake up! I have important messages about oral hygiene!
Recapper: Guh! Where was I?

Wesley: Since when am I a gynecologist?
Fred: Obstetrician. You are now an obstetrician.
Wesley: Okay, fine. It's a boy. Just don't ask me how I know.
Angel: A boy? Hmm.
Vampire Fundamentalists: Hmm.
Wolfram & Hart: Hmm.
Evil White Ninja: Hmm.
Chorus of Baddies: Okay. Hand over the Damien.
Angel: Actually, I'm thinking of calling him Scott Evil. I mean, no! Stop it or I'm getting very martial!
Baddies: Oh, rats.

Angel: Road trip?
MoG: Road trip! Road trip!
Darla: Yay.
Holtz: Angelus? Could you clear your schedule? I'm about to kill you.
Angel: Oh, rats.

I just looked at the hockey score. Whoah.

God I loved [our] Anya. I read Bureau about Zoe and it made me angry, so I stopped.

By the by, for those who were asking about the music for the figure skating programs, if you go to www.nbcolympics.com, you can click on the figure skating tab, choose one of the disciplines and get video of every.single.performance. What's neat is that on the onscreen banners, they give the name of the athletes, plus the music they're skating to, and also bonus, no announcers.

t /PSA

Power came back on at around 6:30am. I think we are on the same circuit or whatever of that major intersection of Essex and Boston so it's a high priority. The City of Salem says there are still around 4200 people without power.

Whew. Got lucky on my side of town then. We had one flicker during one of the hellacious gusting moments, but they never stayed off. I'll probably go home to find out the power's out now.

Here's another Anya. One of my favorites. (We should compile these.)

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Angel: Lullaby

Holtz: Boys? String him up!
Angel: I protest. This gismo looks silly.
Holtz: Wait till you see the nipple clamps.

Darla: Nobody likes me.
Gunn: You keep spilling yucky fluids.
Darla: Fine. I'm leaving. Zoom! Hey, it's just like that car commercial.

Holtz: Young lady? It's past your bedtime.
Sarah: This sucks.
Holtz: In 18th century England, we burn unruly children.
Sarah: How barbaric. I wish I could trash you on Oprah.

Angel: Ow.
Holtz: Yeah, baby.
Lilah: Why don't you just kill him?
Holtz: Isn't it obvious?
Angel: Gotta go! Bye!
Holtz: Bitch.

Angel: Where is my lover and our highly sought-after, incredibly significant love fetus? And my car?
MoG: Uhm…
Angel: Man, I was so right to fire you.

Darla: Soul. Baby. Love. But not. Fuck!
Angel: Are you still speaking English?
Darla: I want the baby. But I don't want the baby.
Angel: Oh. I see.

Holtz: I can't tell if I'm good or evil.
Demon: Existential therapy is $120 an hour.
Holtz: Better shop around.

MoG: Your kid's toast. You're shit out of luck.
Angel: Story of my life.
Holtz: Check out the recurring fiery building.
Angel: Bad building! Bad!
Darla: Crap.
Angel: Wah!
Darla: Eh. I was getting bored anyway.
Angel: Wah!
Darla: Bye! (poof)
Angel: Wah!
Baby: Wah!
Fred: Cool!
Baby: Hello? Is no one going to pick me up?
Angel: I suppose. Here's a leather coat. Happy birthday!
Baby: So what's my last name?
Angel: Wouldn’t you like to know.

Oh, and Nora - sorry to hear about the ick and pain. I hope it clears up soon.