I’m not sure who was more entertained, me or Jillian:
Okay, maybe it was a tie.
I’m not sure who was more entertained, me or Jillian:
Okay, maybe it was a tie.
I’ve had this stuck in my head all week. I love it!
Happy Fourth of July everyone!
So I finished the third season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer last night. Man is it sooo good! My favorite episodes of the season were The Wish and Doppelgangland for the sole fact that there was evil vampire Willow. (“I’m so evil and skanky… and I think I’m kinda gay.”) Other favorite moments were the Christmas episode where it started snowing, the end music montage at the end of Lovers Walk when everyone broke up, and the Prom episode where Buffy got the Class Protector award. Tear!
I also enjoyed the Faith and Mayor season arcs. I’m glad Faith remained ambiguous through the end. It left me feeling that she was genuinely a good person, just conflicted, without hitting me over the head with an over the top redemption scene. And the germaphobic Mayor was just genius. And boy do they really know how to pull out the stops for the season finale unlike some other shows I know! (coughHeroescough) The fight scene between Buffy and Faith was so exciting and well choreographed. You can tell they really want to make the finale special, rather than just making it another fight scene. And the students banding together at the graduation was really fun too.
I thought I’d be more upset about Angel leaving, but I’m actually pretty okay with it. Go start your own show Angel! Your services are no longer required. I used to switch TV shows between seasons, but I’ve changed that philosophy and have decided to concentrate on Buffy this summer. With any luck I’ll be done with the series in a month or so!
*No money was made during the making of this taste test.
In the great tradition of Battlestar Galactica (One, Two, Three) and Star Trek LOL Cats I gladly present Torchwood LOL Cats!
It’s awkward talking about dating with Mom, but I have to give her props for taking an interest and being the one to initiate the conversations, so I suppose I shouldn’t complain. After three recent dating failures of varying degrees of fail, Mom just couldn’t wrap her mind around people not wanting to date me. I tried to tell her it’s because I’m pretty boring, which she was not willing to accept. Aw, shucks Mom! “But you have a great job!” she exclaimed. Which is funny because it’s just so telling what moms look for in potential suitors for their children. As if to say “You didn’t bring up your 401K on your date? Why not?!”
But besides a few good one liners, I’m not the most exciting date in town. I’m the Cyclops to other guys Wolverine. Minus the cool mutant powers, which makes me even more boring than Cyclops and I bet you didn’t even think that was possible. I’m the Richard to their Superman. The Lon to their Noah. (Geez, poor James Marsden.) My point is, I like to be in bed early during the week, I enjoy playing Scrabble with my parents, and I look terrible in spandex. Thrilling my life is not.
After I was able to convince Mom that I was possibly not the most exciting guy around, she said that maybe I’d make a good second husband. Like, after they marry the exciting boys and get divorced (obviously, because exciting boys will always let you down. I mean, you saw the Wolverine spin-off movie, didn’t you?) they will be more willing to accept the boring guy who likes to get into his pajamas the minute he gets home from work. So basically what I’m trying to tell you, is that you need to get married, have your heart broken, and allow me to swoop in and pick up the pieces of your shattered self. Is that too much to ask? And make it snappy cause I’m not getting any younger.