Bronze VIP Archive for January 26, 2001
Warning! Possible Spoilers!!
- Ty King says:
(Fri Jan 26 18:54:43 2001 64.12.105.176)
- Just checking an old code. Ignore me... After all, I've been ignoring you for a long time... ;-)
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- Ty (forgot my code, hence these parentheses) King says:
(Fri Jan 26 18:53:43 2001 64.12.105.176)
- Hey, boys and girls…
Sorry, but eighteen months ago, AOL kicked me offline and they've been keeping me off ever since.
So, where was I? Oh, yeah… I was *poof*!
Ty King (who will now step outside for a siggy)
Killer of Calendar
Remover of Robia (“okay, who else wants to renegotiate their contract?”)
jealoss of Joss
Kristmas Karded by KAM (and gg)
Went MIA on AKA
-made- -modest- by –mere-
L.O.S.E.R. on the L.A.M.
Hollywood Has-been
DeNamored of DeMoriel
‘stina’s ‘statemate
Once entered the fray with Leather J.
Malista’s pocket poet
groupie’d by greengirl’s guy
Madd about Mabb
Ignorer of Cate… who I am ignoring
Circe Freak
Meeter of Meteor
Shanghai'er of the Seattle Six
MeeN to MeeB when first we MeT
Always kept my eyes on the horizon
Brightened by DarkLady’s presence
Mispeller of Matsu Terwilligger
Angelique (who was yellow when I was codified)
To Bruce’s Mom, from Nicholas’ Dad
Fan of Hanson – the Future of Rock and Roll
Mused by Lovely Poet
*poof* daddy
Sorry, I don’t mean to snub… I’m just addled by age. Trust me, when you hit your sixties, you’ll understand.
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- -mere- says:
(Fri Jan 26 16:47:53 2001 64.108.211.110)
- So I see.
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- Fury says:
(Fri Jan 26 16:20:21 2001 64.12.103.178)
Sorry. I mean... SH*T!
(sigh...)
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- Fury says:
(Fri Jan 26 16:19:27 2001 64.12.103.178)
SH******T!
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- Fury says:
(Fri Jan 26 16:18:55 2001 64.12.103.178)
- <1295>Sorry, that's all for now. It's the Fury Signal. I must answer the call.
Bye and sorry to all I neglected to say "hi" to.
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- Fury says:
(Fri Jan 26 16:17:04 2001 64.12.103.178)
- Sorry, guys, I'm keep meaning to post something but keep getting called away.
amberlynne - You're welcome. And thanks alot. (my shirt's on, but I'm not wearing pants. Is that a problem?)
Hi, kenickie.
Yummy - Now I'm the SECOND vip to post to you.
Jono - All is forgiven. Guards, kill him! (or her!)
Allyson - You can enjoy a semi-naked cameo I did on an upcoming ANGEL. (I wasn't wearing pants. They added to paint a pair on me digitally.)
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- Fury says:
(Fri Jan 26 16:04:34 2001 64.12.103.178)
- Okay, is it working? Am I in color now?
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- Fury says:
(Fri Jan 26 15:25:37 2001 216.186.167.140)
- In the meantime... hello out there in posting board land.
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- Fury says:
(Fri Jan 26 15:23:30 2001 216.186.167.140)
- Okay, I give up. Can anyone who knows my address e me the color codes...
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- -mere- says:
(Fri Jan 26 12:23:19 2001 216.186.192.200)
- oops. bailage.
just remember:
"It's terribly simple. The good guys are stalwart and true.
The bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats
and we always defeat them and save the day. Nobody ever dies...
and everyone lives happily ever after."
-mere-
sigJTT
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- -mere- says:
(Fri Jan 26 12:10:59 2001 216.186.192.200)
- -mere-, still vibrating with the NNNAAAANNNNGGGGG of the garden chair, manages to snake MTVA's black Flair felt tip pen away from her...
...just like she did the last one...
...and poke it into the Calvinball, deflating it. -mere- then folds the Calvinball in four neat squares, and shoves it down belmont's throat with a little peach Schnapps as a lubricant. now that belmont has become the Calvinball, -mere- has transformed the game into belmontball, and tosses belmont through the special Infinite Points Ring (which unfortunately disappears the moment an object passes through it), thus sealing her victory at a new sport and enshrining her in ESPN's Dork's Hall of Fame forever.
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- -mere- says:
(Fri Jan 26 12:06:34 2001 216.186.192.200)
- Dunlin, please let Frodo into the hammock.
and oh, the very odd things we have occasion to say around here.
Corpelia: you still have the WAW? COOL! 'cause i don't! could you send it to me? i'm a little hesitant to post my e- addy, but you should still have it, and if not, ask one of the oldbies. i'd love to see that again!
Circe: yes, i turned on my computer this morning while getting ready for work, and saw your e-. and did i really lock myself in the basement? i vaguely recall that, although i definitely remember not being able to type the J-word after B2. sometimes i still find myself making little "meep!" [not MeeB] sounds when Joss walks into the room. i figure a couple more years and i might actually be able to form a complete sentence when he's around. like, "i really admire the quality and depth of your MEEP!"
President Blade Sir: um, can i have your abs and chest on MY menu, too?
"Hello, salty goodness!"
-mere-
sigJTT
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- -mere- says:
(Fri Jan 26 11:47:12 2001 216.186.192.200)
- yikes! down guys! down!
Lord Mysty Mage and SarahNicole: possibilities (non-canonical, i emphasize) off the top of my head:
1) they only did the revoking spell to shut Cordy up. which, at the time, was a high priority for our little Scoobs.
OR
2) Lilah's car was a rented car, and thus not her own. kinda like a mobile hotel room.
OR
3) Lilah secretly pines after Angel and, offscreen, by herself, invited him into every place she ever goes -- her apartment, her car, her grocery store, her Blockbuster, whatever. as long as Angelcakes shows up and smoochies her.
"I like the girl. She's wicked."
-mere-
sigJTT
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- -mere- says:
(Fri Jan 26 11:37:46 2001 216.186.192.200)
- Lord Mysty Mage: i'm pretty sure Lilah doesn't live in her car, so getting in there wouldn't be a problem for Angel.
Meeby: yeah, i gave you your name, baby -- and yet i insist on calling you "Meeby" instead. boy, i'm annoying.
prunes = GOOD
-m-
sigJTT
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- -mere- says:
(Fri Jan 26 11:22:44 2001 216.186.192.200)
- hey y'all!
since i feel like i'm coming home (it being, you know, a "homecoming" and all), i figured i'd return to good ol' fashioned... uh... what the hell is this color, anyway? beige? and hey, do y'all remember when the board was blue and the text was white? and how everyone had hissyfits when we switched?
oh, but we were all so much younger then...
* i remember when the preview for "Suprise" and "Innocence" aired -- a full three weeks (four weeks? five weeks? it was a long. damn. time.) before they were broadcast, and i stormed into the Bronze in a leather catsuit, carrying a very, very big gun, and demanded the head of Joss Whedon. now he says he'll promote me if i ever actually wear a leather catsuit to the office -- but i think he's just using that as a ruse so he can file a new restraining order.
* meeting other Bronzers at parties before that mouthful of an acronym, PBPFP, came about. signing napkins and tablecloths and sending them to Joss. and now that i'm laying all these things out, i realize that i was, indeed, A COMPLETE FREAK-O! HOW THE HELLMOUTH DID I EVER GET HIRED?
* trading shifts with Ty King, arriving at my office at 7 in the morning, just at the tail end of LOSERs. Ty and i would rapid-fire post at each other, upwards of, oh gosh, i don't think i'm exaggerating when i say we'd exchange 30 posts or so... each. in the space of about an hour. that was a blast. i miss Ty.
* taking notes -- yes, taking notes -- while viewing a new Buffy ep for the second or third time. (the first time was for sheer joyful immersion.) i'd make little notes of things i wanted to talk about on the Bronze: theories, metaphor, characterization, witty dialogue. all of which, i gotta say, hasn't exactly hurt me in my chosen career. more than any other influence on this planet, "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" made me a writer.
* the WAW. oh, lord. the grief i take for this around the office now. for all you WAW'ers, i'm sorry. i left you on a ledge. maybe someday someone else will... *ahem*... get you off. of the ledge. but in the meantime, why not enjoy the festivities? over and over and over again!
* of course, my wedding to my lovely Wifey of Wifelyness, the Mistress of Chic, She From Whom All Fashion Tips Spring, Ccool. i lovers her so.
* and last, but most importantly, striking up friendships with so many great folks like bookish girl, Ccool, fenric, and Circe. gypsyrat i already knew from my hometown, so she'll always be my little scummers. but so many great friends, encouragers [is that even a word? good thing i'm a writer, huh?], confidantes, sounding boards, shoulders to cry on... all of the closest, dearest friends in my life, i've found here in the Bronze. and that's what makes this place so darned special. that people can find each other, become part of each other's lives. we don't just send bytes out into the ether here, my friends -- we're sending real ideas, real sentiments, real feelings... to real people. and from what i've experienced here in the Bronze, really good people, too.
*whew*. no more sincerity from THIS chick. i break out in hives.
love to all,
your prodigal daughter,
-mere-
non-slavish Joss devotee
Buffyatric
Vice President of the Whole Wide World
Le Follower de Freakboy
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- Fury says: