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.

WP columnist Tracee Johnson on Johnny Weir

The system cuts both ways. It certainly doesn't reward artistic performers such as American Johnny Weir. Weir is graceful and fluid, his programs are clean and his music complements his choreography instead of serving as background Muzak. (His flamboyance also may work against him, which is ridiculous. Of course rhinestones sparkle a little brighter when Weir wears them. They know they are home.)

One last Anya. Because it's Friday. And I'm waiting for this video file to finish converting. (I'm really liking this Handbrake program. Way better and faster than the MPEG Streamclip I'd been using).

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Angel: "Dad"

Baby: I have a bad feeling about this.
Angel: Is it because I'm staggeringly inept?
MoG: Yeah.
Baby: Wah!
Intruder: Hi.
MoG: Die!
Angel: Who was that?
Baby: Social Services.

Wolframites: Oooh, baby. Look at its toesie-woesies!
GGG: The entire universe is insane. This calls for a pink tie.

Baby: Could you stop holding me like a small stack of firewood?
Angel: Wittle baby-poo!
Baby: No. I refuse to do the diaper scene. This is a travesty!
Angel: I'm 20 times your size. Go on and stop me.
Baby: I! Already! Need! Therapy!
Angel: Googly woogly boo!
Baby: Go woog yourself! Wah!
Angel: Googly woogly GRRRRRR!
Baby: Sweet Jesus. I'll be very quiet.

Proto-Faith: I'm tragic.
Holtz: I'm more tragic.

Proto-Faith: No, I'm more tragic.
Holtz: No, I'm more tragic.
Proto-Faith: We could do this all day.
Holtz: Yes. Yes, we could.

Cordy: You are gonna be a martyr about this baby thing, aren't you?
Angel: A "Duh!" is not out of place here.

Entire World: We urgently need this baby.
Angel: Ooh, wittle villains wants the wee baaaaby!
Entire World: Can you stop doing that?
Angel: Ooh, wittle villains can't handle a wittle baby talk!
Entire World: This is creepy. Bye!
Angel: We beat the siwwy wittle villains, didn't we? Yes, we did! Yes, we did!
Baby: Yeah. Know what? I'm napping for the next 20 years.

I think it's official.

msbelle is the nicest. msbelle "Bureaucracy 2: Like Sartre, Only Longer" Apr 15, 2003 4:09:04 pm PDT

I think people need hugs and hairpats and possibly even cookies. I am once again taking requests at my profile email. I am posting this here and not Natter so that those bruised and beaten down and just annoyed by stuff over the last few days can get first dibs.

I'm guessing sugar cookies, banana bread and either chocolate chip cookies or chocolate cake.

I can vouch that she did indeed send me cookies.

Emmett, in fact, knew her specifically as "the lady who sends cookies and also the monkey head for your scooter."

I lost interest in old stuff for a while, and decided to go looking at pictures of other old stuff. Detroit and SEMI in general have some really gorgeous, old architecture. It was quite something to be able to spend much of my formative years on the still gorgeous campus of the U of M.

msbelle sent me incredibly delicious banana bread. And, I *think*, an amazing holiday fruitcake. So yeah, msbelle being the nicest is canon.

I totally had forgotten about sending care packages. huh, I had free time.

Best Doblerisation ever, methinks.