April 28th, 2004

elijah

feels like a poll to me.

From a previous post of mine: Xander's outfit at the beginning of "Goodbye Iowa"--most hideous thing ever.

I think I was wrong. It's actually the outfit at the beginning of "This Year's Girl."

If I had screencap capabilities and a lot more free time on my hands, I'd take shots of all Xander's most hideous outfits and have you guys vote on them.

The only dubious pleasure to be had from outfits like that would be to occasionally replace them with something finer, making the surprise and contrast all the more delicious. Like when we put Xander into a prom tux or black leather. Now those were some good moments that helped redeem three seasons of high-school boy wear. Where is season four's tux and leather? I'll tell you: nooooooooooowhere.

In a universe where our reality merged with Joss's, Spike would look at Xander in horror, say, "Who *dresses* you?" and then kill the wardrobe girl.

I dreamed for years of seeing Spike in a sleek black tailored suit, maybe a nice Armani. Black shirt, tie, ruffled hair. Something to break the monotony. The suit in "Tabula Rasa" was like a face slap of gaspingly bad badness and cruelty. Wicked, evil Joss and his flying monkeys wardrobe minions. Only Poshcat understood my pain, only she gave me this prettiness.

Movie homages, take two. The ending to Faith's victory dream, the one that wakes her from her coma: "Shawshank Redemption."

I am so not going to work today. If I did, I know that at some point I would chew my wrist open and bleed on people, shrieking and gibbering and laughing maniacally. I'm going to make a therapy appointment instead and ponder my options and not think at all about the ineffably fucked-up meeting I had yesterday afternoon with the WORST PROJECT MANAGER IN THE WORLD which so enraged me that I nearly stabbed him with his own pen but instead fled the office, going home in tears and a taxi.
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elijah

btvs movie homages, #3

The Bronze scene in "Superstar" where Jonathan starts playing the saxophone and then the girl runs in crying, asking for help--that's "Buckaroo Banzai."

I never thought of it before, but I wonder if "Superstar" was kind of a trial run for season five, (where they alter the fabric of the universe to include Dawn, whose existence everyone takes for granted), to gauge fan reaction or just work out some of the kinks in the concept.

Note the kick-ass suit ensemble they dress Danny Strong in during his cafe scene with Buffy--*that's* the kind of tailoring I always wanted for Spike. Also, mascara and eyeliner did wonders for Strong's pretty eyes. Eyeliner is all a superhero really needs. So glad for him that he got onto "Gilmore Girls."

SMG is really pretty in this episode.
elijah

Smallville: Memoria, etc.

Wow. That kicked serious ass. I lack the need to say anything about it.

Though, the one time I wanted to identify a song, they didn't do their marketing promo. Does anyone know what that final song was?

I finished my S/X ficathon story. Probably needs a few small tweaks, but I'm in that yay-me mood of having something done with. Still in a job-thought-avoidance zone as well. Called for a therapy appointment with clinic recced by my doctor--the only phone number offered was for a voice mail bucket that was checked once a day. Uh huh, nice. "Suicide hotline, please hold." (Kidding.)

Cool smart intro post on sxandviolence by new LJ user shadowscast, and I don't just say that because she mentioned me in kind terms, though I don't mind that at all. Nope. I'm easy. Love me: I will sleep at your feet.

From post: "It is absolutely fascinating to me that Spike got a soul on purpose. What does that mean?" I wish I had intelligent comments on that question, but I feel tentative about speculating until I catch up with this season of Angel. At least up to the point where I hit pause on my viewing, though, the significance of the soul and of the soul search seemed more explored in fanon than canon. Or fan-fiction, I guess I should say; not fanon per se.

I'm completely nattering in the way people do when they have one limb caught in a bear trap, to try and distract themselves from badness. I feel ratty right now, and the overall tone of The Me is most apparent in how my mental story space has flip-flopped all day between schmoop and castration fantasies.

I feel like my car is my life, and my life is tired and running out of gas and I need to find a station to pull into.