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As some of you may have noticed...there's no more new Buffy.
Sometimes when I wake up in the morning I think it was all a bad dream. For a brief second or two I feel light-hearted and carefree. And then I remember...it wasn't a dream...the loss is all too real! My show is gone and my heroic supercouple has been reduced to a cookie-dough memory and a Dan Tanna Wannabe. James is now wasted on one liners and stale shtick like banging an airheaded secretary to ease the strain in his trousers. Is it any wonder I've turned to drink?
Okay...not drink...just daytime TV but the principle is the same(Wasn't it Jung who called soaps the opiate of the classless? No?)
The thing is I remember a time when I, like Spike and Joyce, took solace in daytime drama. And so, prompted by a recent article in TVGuide claiming the Days of Our Lives Slasher story was the best one of 2003, I tuned in for a bit of serialization. Desperate for a good story...I grasped at the straw of hope (she really has lost too much weight).
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So...what is my point? I don't really have one. I'm just being maudlin. Time flies and unless you're chewing scenery on DOOL you can't make it stand still. Good things fade away...make sure you have plenty of video tape or writable DVD.
I went looking for Roscoe Born Online tonight. He's grey haired now and slightly pudgy. He's also currently unemployed (having left a solid gig at OLTL last summer). Part of me wants to see him act again (yes, give Roscoe a job). Part of me wants to remember him as he was...hot, tight...lickable. Part of me cringes away from the specter of a bitter future when buoyed up by my review of old BtVS eppys I go searching for James Marsters Online and find he is pudgy and grey.
Raeann/Rabid
feeling old...and slightly pudgy...but still vindicated.
Sometimes when I wake up in the morning I think it was all a bad dream. For a brief second or two I feel light-hearted and carefree. And then I remember...it wasn't a dream...the loss is all too real! My show is gone and my heroic supercouple has been reduced to a cookie-dough memory and a Dan Tanna Wannabe. James is now wasted on one liners and stale shtick like banging an airheaded secretary to ease the strain in his trousers. Is it any wonder I've turned to drink?
Okay...not drink...just daytime TV but the principle is the same(Wasn't it Jung who called soaps the opiate of the classless? No?)
The thing is I remember a time when I, like Spike and Joyce, took solace in daytime drama. And so, prompted by a recent article in TVGuide claiming the Days of Our Lives Slasher story was the best one of 2003, I tuned in for a bit of serialization. Desperate for a good story...I grasped at the straw of hope (she really has lost too much weight).
( Read more... )
So...what is my point? I don't really have one. I'm just being maudlin. Time flies and unless you're chewing scenery on DOOL you can't make it stand still. Good things fade away...make sure you have plenty of video tape or writable DVD.
I went looking for Roscoe Born Online tonight. He's grey haired now and slightly pudgy. He's also currently unemployed (having left a solid gig at OLTL last summer). Part of me wants to see him act again (yes, give Roscoe a job). Part of me wants to remember him as he was...hot, tight...lickable. Part of me cringes away from the specter of a bitter future when buoyed up by my review of old BtVS eppys I go searching for James Marsters Online and find he is pudgy and grey.
Raeann/Rabid
feeling old...and slightly pudgy...but still vindicated.