October 4th, 2003



Was reading through dsudis's journal this morning and found this entry, asking the question of why Spike's chip didn't go off when he was busting out of the initiative. Creative fan-wanking is offered by general_jinjur and some_stars is prompted to quote Joss at great length, which cracks my shit up helplessly for five solid minutes.

(RT + ReToDG = 5 min)
(RT = Reading Time, ReToDG = Recovery Time of Diminishing Giggles)

More favorite Joss quotes, anyone...?


Am I so laggard and useless? Have been lying around for hours in that state where your feet are cold and yet you're too lazy to get up and put on socks so you stick them under a cushion and fall into a half-awake, half-asleep mental twilight with "The Thin Man" nattering into your consciousness from the TV.

Have dragged self upright. Lots of drinking in "The Thin Man." Good old lush of a movie. Must have a drink now and make a waste of the day. Plan: go back to couch with blankets and pillows, recline with drink, codeine, let my laptop substitute for a pussycat and warm my lap. Try to stay awake to write, drift into a soggy blur while Buffy natters off the screen. Quippy girl, vampires, zzzzz.

what's my line?

I've always liked the ice-rink scene in WML, with Buffy and Angel doing their first vamp-face kiss; of course, Angel's discomfort is sort of pointless, as he could have devamped at any time. I mean, I've compared game face to penile tumescence, but in all truth I don't think it's that autonomic.

Spike and Dru are fun here. There's a huge missed opportunity with them: it would have been awesome to see them in historical settings. Spike has the perfect features for 1920s and 30s fashion--how awesome would it have been to see him in flash suits with his hair sleeked back, dancing in a nightclub with Dru? The way he picks her up in the teaser and dances with her for a few moments--it's so winning and epic. It begs more.

Just realized Buffy's neighbor was killed by the worm man, her next-door neighbor. I could have slipped in a reference in noir if I'd been paying attention, since that's the house I imagined the Whosit family living in--the people they visit right after learning of the black-out.

I still want to know where Angel got all those drawings and stuff. And what he needs a desk for.

Angel trapped in the incredibly thin-meshed cage. That ranks right up there in lameness with the scene in "Lover's Walk" when he's flattened by the magic shop door. Snerk. (And, dude, he huddles in the corner of the cage just like Dark Willow's puppy.) Sigh. I try to almost *never* make comparisons between Spike and Angel, but I'm sorry: Spike would have bellowed and kicked that fucking cage wall down. Truth is though, it's not Angel's fault; it's just bad writing. (Likewise the fact that he seems to be rendered sick and weak by ambient sunlight, something we never see again.)

ETA: I just realized for the first time that there's a theatrical pun in the title "What's my line?" Cute.


DVDs should be the Big Shiny Purchase that allows you to throw all your crappy tapes away, right? Hmmph. On my S2 DVDs, the last 10 minutes of "What's My Line? Part 2" have some really glaring examples of bad ADR--where the lines of dialogue aren't synchronized to the actors' mouths. Does anyone else have this problem? I'm pissy. I must not have watched WML before on DVD; I bought the first four seasons all at once and have been working my way through them erratically.

Anyway. By this point I've watched most of everything else, so hopefully that's the only bad spot.

You know, I could more easily put this disappointment behind me if I had some S/X to read.

...Anna blinks with enormous rainbow eyes like an anime character as crickets chirp...

I don't mean people should write anything, not going to push my luck there; but I'm wondering if there's anything I haven't read yet in that pairing. Probably not, but once in a very rare while I am surprised, so my philosophy is that it never hurts to beg for recommendations like a desperate, mewling sap, unless you have bad knees, and then only if you beg on a bended one.

I seem to have grown bored with my camp-whore fantasy fairly fast and so I must apologize to Certain People who wanted me to write that. I gave Spike black stockings and a sex change and let Angel rape him a few times over his office desk, but during all this the verve was petering out and I was yawning inside my head (would you believe it, there's often a big yawning space inside my head).

I need new material. I'm so jaded.

Anna tries to imitate the lovely and inimitable anniesj and yells at the world to amuse her:

"Dance for me, dance!"

(sound of pistol shots)

Anna needs to stop referring to herself in the third person, stat.