I'm very encouraged to hear about the funny, though, because I, too, was getting a tad nervous.

Yeah, me too. My mom doesn't like anything without a sense of humor, so now I can tell her to watch this and know she'll enjoy (she liked Angel, Firefly, and Wonderfalls).

I'm very encouraged to hear about the funny, though, because I, too, was getting a tad nervous.

This - this is why I asked my question in the first place. While I could dig a really good show in this vein that didn't bring the funny, given writers involved, it would seem such a waste.

It was a concern I had too, in the early stages when it was still just a zygote. I was thinking about Law & Order SVU, and how each week is Dick Wolf's Sensational Crimes Against Vaginas.

I was wondering how the writers survived week after week writing stories about pedophiles and horrific abuse in order to snare an audience who slows down at car wrecks to see if they can catch a glimpse of a disembowled corspe.

I think the way that they survive without losing their minds is the way the some of characters on The Inside survive, which is to have a healthy sense of humor.

Except Web, who has no soul and therefore needs Willow to find that disk again and do that thing with the Orb.

They're all deep wells, you know?

Paul has a wife and new baby on the way, and has this huge sense of family love, which is sort of an oasis and also makes him the more serious character of the bunch.

Melody has this sort of heartiness to her soul, she's on the constant verge of an eyeroll or blowing a raspberry at it all. All shit doesn't touch her because she's sort of placed herself outside it and wraps her arms around the surreal and spits a lung oyster on the filth.

Danny has a touch of the Jayne, but Jayne had a touch of the Ockam's Razor. Mr. State the Obvious on behalf of the audience. He has this deep sense of loyalty that sort of balances the fact that he can be a prick. But you know, a funny prick.

Web is dark. He's sort of the butt of the joke that remains unspoken because he might kill you in your sleep if you say it aloud. I guess I could describe him as the cigarette smoking man in some ways, but he's the deep end of the pool, where CSM was only checking the temperature with his toe.

Rebecca is the new kid, and is therefore not always getting the joke, even when she's the one making it. Sort of like a greener Giles, that, if I'm to make a comparison we all get.

There's a lot of that sort of, "man, you just keep getting darker and darker. But your aura? Beige," thing going on.

Is that helpful? Did I say too much and now Tim is gonna beat me?

ETA: I'm probably not doing it justice. It's hard to describe without spoiling and I'm not sure how much is okay to say, so I'm erring on the side of infuriatingly vague.

Very nice, Allyson. FOX should (at the very least) hire you to do an internet promotional campaign for the show.

Aw. But then I would be working for FOX.

Would you send me angry C&D letters?

Maybe you could be a consultant or outside contractor.

Would you send me angry C&D letters?

Although this could be fun, too.

It could be like an internet serial.

Hmmmm...I wonder if TheKristenAndAllysonShow.com is available...

There's a lot of that sort of, "man, you just keep getting darker and darker. But your aura? Beige," thing going on.

Is that helpful?

To me, it is. Knowing the level of possible darkness and trying to deal with it (and with humor), both on the characters' side and (at least the way I read it) on the writers' side (through the characters), instead of dwelling in it and just trying to pull it straight into darker and darker corners - it seems like something the vanilla me will be able to handle, and even recommend to others.

TheKristenAndAllysonShow.com

I just wanted to see this again, that's how much I enjoy the idea.

I wonder if TheKristenAndAllysonShow.com is available...

I think Tim owns the domain and Fury rents the server space for it.

But since neither of them purchased a FTP, we're screwed.

Trying to find a way to put the 'net on a slow boil in anticipation of The Inside, in a way that doesn't make FOX send hitmen to my door.

Randomly, I still really love INXS and think the theme song should be some smoldering Michael Hutchence croon. WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE?

Anyway, I think I just don't want to be in a position where I'm trying desperately to save something. I'd rather promote beforehand.

I'm in love, is what I'm saying. And so on my way to work I got all, "Bob likes carrots" about it and think, "hey this song reminds me of that scene where..."

And this is of course annoying to all of my friends.

But it is nice to be able to root for the home team, yes? I feel like a rabid baseball fan sizing up the competition during spring training and biting my nails to the quick.

I'm over my bitter breakup with Buffy and this is my first big crush since then, where I'm having those silly fantasies about kissing the new new crush in a movie theatre and wondering what our babies will look like. The OC, Wonderfalls, Rescue Me, were all earth-shattering one-night-stands along the way and I'm grateful for them, (notice I didn't mention Firefly, which I now realize was an unhealthy abusive relationship with a pretty boy with a pinup girl tattoo on his shoulder and six pack abs who smacked me around and then bought me flowers), but this baby is I think twu wuv. I'm shaving my legs for it, and popping Certs in case it decides to kiss me and feel me up.

Either this is an apt metaphor, or a sign that I should start dating again.