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02 November 2003 @ 09:55 pm
This morning I went to IHOP and they seated me at a table next to a family: hubby, wife, and little girl. I spoke a few words to the waitress and was about to settle in with my book when the guy said, "Excuse me...didn't you used to live in State College--Penn State?" It was this guy Brian, a cook at the diner where I used to work. I recognized him right off, once I'd been prompted. Even knew his name. That's rare luck for me, but some of the diner crew made an indelible impression.

He was just in town on business. We chatted for about five minutes. I asked if he kept in touch with anyone and he said not really. "Not even Dave?" I asked. "Oh, Dave, sure--I still talk to him once in a while." And then he went: "Wait, you do mean Dave--" "Dave E-----," I filled in. Dave E. had been my huge diner crush and he and Brian had been friends. "Oh no, not him. Sorry." "Dave B----?" I asked. "Oh god, no!" A laugh. "We worked with a lot of Daves," I noted. He agreed. I never did find out which Dave it was, though.

Brian's "in film" now, and his wife is "in theater." Brain was very tidily dressed and impeccably trimmed in every detail, with a sweater vest and tie, like a Christian folk singer. I remember him as a stoner, putting on weight when I saw him last, a guy who looked as if he might go quickly to seed. But I'm the one who went to seed as it turned out. He became an artsy yuppie. I was embarrassed. I hadn't planned on meeting anyone at the IHOP on a Sunday morning. I was dressed down and my hair was a mess. Basically I looked like shit. "I can't believe you recognized me," I said. "I must look so different." "No," he said. "You look exactly the same."

Yahhh'kay. Great. One could take that a couple of different ways. I of course feel quite assured now that I looked like utter crap ten years ago, and look no better now. I know I feel that way a lot of the time. Ten years doesn't always change much, except that maybe you get closer to the self you've always been.

I came home, popped in a Buffy DVD and watched everything from "Bad Girls" to "Graduation Day." Mostly without sound though, as a background light-show while I wrote. I managed the first healthy spurt of noirish writing I've done in a long time, knock on wood.

BtVS Misc: It's funny how some pairings are canon and you don't even think about them. Giles and Joyce slept together, but there's not a huge body of G/J fiction out there. It was what it was, and they moved on. And Angel/Faith--from the context of the episode where they trick Faith into thinking he's gone evil, it seems as if they did the deed. But I rarely see mention of that as a possible emotional bond. (ETA: Kita corrects me in comments w/reference to Angel & Faith, noting that doing the naughty in fact came to naught.)

Jonathan went to the prom with a really hot girl. Huh. I watched Larry die, Harmony get bitten. Percy turns up in S4, so he's one of the few living survivors other than Jonathan that we can name, isn't he? That we see more of, I mean, and other than the main cast.

Who were all those apparent grown-ups who came to help fight at the high school, the ones who stood behind Angel and Wes, and I think Giles, like a flanking army? Huh. Also, if you consider the chronology, why was the sun still eclipsed when the rescue parties got there? Because it was about, what, three o'clock in the afternoon when the Mayor got there? But it doesn't seem likely that the sun came back out in the interim and that six hours passed while everyone sat around, and that Wes was only put on an ambulance when the sun went down for real. I guess that's just TV time.

I was watching for Wes--that was my plan anyway. I'd wanted to get a sense of his characterization back in the day. Unfortunately much was lost on me with the sound turned off. I was surprised by the whole Bad Faith arc. I'd forgotten that he tried to kidnap her for the council, and her whole escape attempt, etc. It'd been a while since I watched. Must watch it again sometime when I'm paying attention.

Surprised myself by crying at the prom. Again. Was struck that Angel biting Buffy was one of the most amazing moments on the show, in its entire seven years. Liked it when he showed up at the prom too, sweet, but for the first time imagined Spike in a tux and wept for what might have been. The second half of season three was fucking amazing. It just kept ratcheting up higher and higher, tighter and tighter. And it had some of the most intense villain face-offs that they ever pulled off, because the Mayor's incredible charisma made it all so personal. The scene in the cafeteria when they do the exchange of Willow for the box of Gav'whatever and he tells Angel and Buffy why they'll never work out. The scene when the Mayor comes to the library and Giles stabs him with the sword. His confrontation with Angel in the hospital after he tries to kill Buffy. His graduation day speech, even--it's pure beauty that they let him deliver so much of it.

On the sweet note again there's the bit when Buffy says to Willow, "I kind of love you." Silly: The utterly ridiculous kiss between Wes & Cordy. And hey--Wes, Cordy, and Angel were all in the library for that one scene. I think that was a one-off, unless I'm mistaken. Funny though. (I suppose you can count the prom, but it's not quite the same.)

Oz sweeping over the urn to silently moot the argument about whether they should exchange the box for Willow....

Must finish laundry, eat chocolate, type a few more lines, sleep, go to work tomorrow. Yeah.
ivyincubus on November 2nd, 2003 10:13 pm (UTC)
I believe on the s4 dvds, in the commentary over the episode whre Oz leaves (my minds a blank for now), Joss talks about how many of the extras they used in high school they called back for college, saying they just graduated with the main cast. I thought it was an intresting way to keep continuity. He and Seth Green both said that if you watched closely you could consistantly spot the same set of extras in every show, with Seth specifically siting someone called Asian Dan.

So I suppose they count as the other survivors of graduation.
do you want orcs? because this is how you get orcs: BAkita0610 on November 2nd, 2003 10:16 pm (UTC)
I nub The Prom. Happy sigh.

And Angel and Faith somehow managed NOT to have sex.

He says as much in AtS S1, when she's talking to him about "screwing Buffy's boyfriend." Angel says, "Uh, Faith...we didn't actually..." and she interrupts and says, "No, the other boyfriend." (IE Riley). HOW Angel managed NOT to do her is beyond me. Did he feign a headache or what??

S3 IMO is the best that show ever got. Pacing, plot, acting, writing, look..it's just all fucking stellar.

Email me. Darnit.
Anna S.eliade on November 2nd, 2003 10:24 pm (UTC)
He says as much in AtS S1, when she's talking to him about "screwing Buffy's boyfriend." Angel says, "Uh, Faith...we didn't actually..." and she interrupts and says, "No, the other boyfriend." (IE Riley). HOW Angel managed NOT to do her is beyond me. Did he feign a headache or what??

Ahhhh. Thank you--I'd blipped on that.

I have made a note to myself to e-mail you. Actually first I must put up the writing snippets for yuo. Don't know if I will do tonight--I've suddenly become aware of bad wrist pain and have made 309233 typos while makig this comment, though I think I have eradicated allb ut 1-000 of them. Amleaving them in to impress you frmt his point on with how mytypig would look if I never corrected myself. ya me. he?
do you want orcs? because this is how you get orcs: Monsterkita0610 on November 2nd, 2003 11:32 pm (UTC)
Your typing is beautiful! Unique! Utterly unintelligible. *G*

No sweat, I can wait.

And no prob. on the Angel quotage. I'm a bit obsesso on the boy. Maybe you noticed.

Rebecca Lizard: clear-eyedrliz on November 5th, 2003 08:44 pm (UTC)
> bad wrist pain

I have had (and continue to have, to some degree) really excruciating tendonitis in my hands and arms. The best things you can do (if you don't already) is have squishy soft things to rest your wrists on (in front of both the keyboard and the mouse) at your computer, stretch your fingers and wrists gently and regularly, and use heat therapy-- those ThermaCare patches you can buy at any drugstore are great. (They were advertised on TV recently as good for combating menstrual cramps.)

Even if you don't have full-blown tendonitis, consider buying a pack of those heat things at the CVS (if you, er, have CVSes in your state). They're not that expensive, and work really nicely at relaxing muscle cramps and pains as well.
Herself_nycherself_nyc on November 2nd, 2003 10:42 pm (UTC)
I want to discourage you from comparing your insides to other people's outsides, or even your outsides to other people's outsides. Which is not to say you should force yourself to be complacent if you're discontented with what you're doing with your life--but just that false competition with others, in my experience, never leads to any actual positive activity.

If that makes any sense.

Looking forward to reading your stuff, glad you're writing.
gwynnega on November 2nd, 2003 10:47 pm (UTC)
Your post reminded me how much I adore the second half of S3. Those were some of the first eps I saw (in rerun) and I was completely gripped by the whole Faith/Mayor storyline...
dancetomato on November 2nd, 2003 11:19 pm (UTC)
Anna, take it as a compliment that he recognized you. You clearly made an impression. Being memorable is a gift!

Last spring I was in Crate and Barrell and a clerk kept looking at me funny. Gave me the creeps. Then he said, "Did you go to..." and names my ridiculously small rural HS. I was shocked. "Yes." He said, "You're..." First and last name. I was wigged. He said, "You have no idea who I am, do you?" I said, "You're Larry." He looked impressed, until I pointed out it was on his nametag. He told me who he was and I was floored. I would not have recognized him in a million years.

Why was I so shocked? 1. I literally weigh twice as much now as I did in HS. Literally. 2. I went prematurely gray, so instead of dark brown (not to mention the various shades of red, burgundy, black etc from HS), my hair is now silver (looks good, actually). I said, "How in the world did you recognize me?" He said, "Your eyes. I'd know your eyes anywhere."

Now my eyes are beautiful. They are the kind of blue that people pay money to get in contacts. In Japan, a schoolboy once asked how they could work since they weren't dark. My eyes are my best feature, and I love them. But never in a million years would I have thought that someone could see *me* in the silver haired, BBW (that's big, beautiful woman, i.e. fat girl) I've become.

Normally I would have hated for anyone from my "past life" to see me and how I've turned out. But now I say, fuck it. The silver makes my eyes bluer and my skin creamier. And I may be large, but damn I'm beautiful!

/totally indulgent comment
needfireneedfire on November 3rd, 2003 02:40 am (UTC)
God having someone come up to me in a bar/ restaurant/ street ect is one of my pet hates. I went out for a friends birthday on Saturday and had the nightmare of multiple persons calling me by name, asking how I was, going into funny reminiscent anicdotes...and I had no earthly clue who the fuck any of them were.
See I run with a group who I grew up with, we went to school together, we came to England for Uni together and we have a few English, Welsh and Scottish in the mix. We are a very tight knit group but because of the diversity of places and courses [ and the fact that all my mates are lads who have had many girlfriends who pop up now and again]we often have different people coming out with us. Now when we go out we drink...none of that three small glasses of wine crap We. Drink.
Saturday night I'm sitting in a restaurant smiling politely trying to work out who these people are that look so pleased to see me [the first clue that they don't really know me is the fact they are so feckin happy to see me, cause I am a bastard of the highest order, not a bitch a complete bastard]
I sat for four hours trying to work out their names, where we met, ect the fact that they were all English, they all spoke the same, dressed the same had the same hair colour, fashionable styles,ect did not help in the bloody least. By the way, why is that? How come if you put some lads together for long enough they all begin to look the same? Is it like women coming into their periods at the same time?

Finally one of my mates figured out why I was behaving like a stepford wife and took me aside for a full rundown of who, what and where.
So I had a grand night got rat arsed and know for a fact that the next time I meet any off those people and their ever changing girlfriends [ who always look exactly the same]I will have no fucking clue who they are.

Season three... jesus that was an amazing year, one of my favorites even though there was practically no Spikeage. The mayor was just the business because he had so much fun being the mayor. You know that guy slept with a content smile on his face and got up happy to see the world the next day. The best villains were the ones that were so gleeful about it. Series two Spike, Dru and Angelus that's where I got truly hooked. The year before I was intrigued and the scene where Darla had pulled out the revolvers and stalked along that pool table shooting away with a big grin firmly planted on her face had me looking forward to the next week. [ One of my biggest disapointment was that we never saw the four together in a modern setting]
I liked season four for Spike and the wee scenes in the domestic setting 'Giles complaining that Spike had eaten all the weet-a-bix', Xander and Spike in the basement' [oh the possibilities] but generaly the initiative just didn't pull it off. They could have been truly terrifying, but Adam lets be honest was just a big ball of plasticine.
Season four was brilliant in it's visual, sensory artistry but the big villain was secondry to the personal growth and shuffling of relationships. The best villain years for me, were two, three and five, and strangely they were probably the most beautiful to watch.
I'm holding judgment on seven until I get a little distance from it. It was gorgeous to watch but I felt like they had gone to fast, the other years things had a certain rhythem, pace and then they fast forwarded for seven. I suppose they had to because smg was leaving but I can't help but feel its like some one ripped two or three important chapters out of a book and asked me not to notice.
Jasus sorry lass of in a tangent again.
Malkin Greymalkingrey on November 3rd, 2003 04:06 am (UTC)
The scene when the Mayor comes to the library and Giles stabs him with the sword.

Oh, God, yes. (In one of life's synchronicities, I was rewatching that ep last night as well.) Giles' ability to go from zero to sixty like that in the space of a heartbeat -- no talk, no windup, no telegraphing it, just a single burst of brutally efficient action -- is one of those absolute guuuh! qualities where I'm concerned. But I believe I've mentioned before that extremely dangerous intellectuals are a kink of mine.
(Anonymous) on November 3rd, 2003 10:26 am (UTC)
Anna is writing noir!
Yeah! [dances like Pooh] [chanting] More noir, more noir!

Hey, don't feel bad about being recognized and someone saying you had not changed at all. I'd love to hear that. I look like Pooh, now. I've put on roughly 65 pounds since college, have brown hair (out of a bottle), and a happy smile on my face. Back then, I was skinny, had brown hair, and still had the happy smile.

From the perspective of 46 years, if there is something that you don't like that you can change - change it, or get a plan to change it. If you can't change it or it's a lifelong WIP (for me, weight), be happy anyway. It's a journey.

I will shortly go have vanilla ice cream (no added sugar, half the fat), with chocolate syryp. Because, life without ice cream? Sucks. - Pam
Poshykittyposhcat on November 3rd, 2003 01:25 pm (UTC)
IHOP: one blood-letting away from opening a Hellmouth directly under it. How come it's always the day you look like Nick Nolte's mug shot that you run into someone you know? I'll bet if you did your hair and put on some lipstick, IHOP would be post-apocalyptically empty.

Take heart - I'll bet Brian was on his way to the drugstore to get his Viagra prescription filled.

Thanks for the welcome, too. I'm having loads of fun!
Anna S.: daniel_geekyeliade on November 3rd, 2003 03:44 pm (UTC)
The truly painful thing was that I'd had an apppointment for a hair cut set up the previous day and cancelled it out of sheer laziness. If only I'd had a hair cut! I'd have felt much better about it all, I think. *g*
Poshykittyposhcat on November 4th, 2003 09:57 pm (UTC)
You cancelled your haircut out of "sheer" laziness? Hee.

God, I've got to get some sleep.
Romanyromanyg on November 3rd, 2003 02:51 pm (UTC)
What the?
Hi, new here. Signed up yesterday because of this post. Realize now that I over-reacted. But what the heck, got me off my butt, didn't it? Tired of lurking. Got a cramp.

Delurked and signed up, because something about eliade 's post last night ticked me off. I read her LJ every day. Look forward to it. Find it enticing, thought provoking. Geez, she can write the pants off anybody in the room! Memoir, fiction, random thoughts...doesn't matter. Almost hurts me to read her. Makes me feel small, insignificant. I imagine her as this big power source, compelling, gorgeous, enthralling...And then she writes about going to IHOP, running into an old coworker, feeling embarrassed by the way she looks, going to seed...Just. No. Stop. It. Shut. Up. She doesn't go on and on about it, but still. Grrrr! Can't stand it when powerful women shoot themselves. :::wrestles her to the ground. shock on her face. "Who the eff are you?" Jostles gun of self-denigration out of her hands. I stand triumphant, gun in my hand, "Mine. Go." Aim straight at right big toe, safety back, shoots self::: Don't worry. It'll grow back. Always does.

I now do the Wayne & Garth "I'm not worthy" dance. Because I love everything that comes from the pulpit of eliade/Anna S. Except maybe Wes-master/Spike-slave. That's when I'll leave the choir box. Go outside for a cigarette. Snort something. Shoot up. Whatever. But if anyone can talk me into it, you can. Be nice, be gentle. I'm not used to such dark and dangerous thoughts.

Oh, I also friended you because I saw your open-house invite. *neener* Done gushing, now go back to being wonderful, insightful and glorious.

Anna S.: daniel_geekyeliade on November 3rd, 2003 03:48 pm (UTC)
Re: What the?
Heh. You terrified me for a minute. I was like: "What?! What? I ticked someone off, wait--what?" I get all unnerved at unintentional off-ticking of people. Heh. But you're very kind, thank you. I'm not exactly sure I'm a powerful woman or that I have a pulpit (*pause to look around cubicle*) but okay. *g*

Welcome to LJ & thanks for friending me. :>D
kasstokassto on November 3rd, 2003 04:26 pm (UTC)
Totally agree that Buffy forcing Angel to drink from her was one of the most powerful (and erotic) scenes I've ever seen on TV.