( continues...) and they could talk of the matter. The Knight waited. And then he remembered that the King was famous for his brilliance with the pen, but also just as famous for his fleeing from any form of confrontation or discomfort.

Upon remembering this, the loyal Knight decided to go to the Land of the Bronze. And there he saw his King. He heard his King remark to the people, "It's over. It's all over. Well. Some of it is." And the Knight knew in his heart that this was no longer his King. Regardless of what was deemed wise to speak in front of the people by the King and his Scribes, the workings within the Kingdom would for the most part be secretly controlled by the spoiled Princess and her false father figure. The King simply didn't want to believe this. He will tell himself that he still runs the Kingdom alone and proclaim that everything is up to him and no one else. He might even claim that the Princess is an innocent in front of the people. But he would know within his heart that this is not true. Yet the Princess is truly convincing indeed. She will decide who travels through the gates.

He wished that the King would even start a new Kingdom away from this one with another much kinder Princess. But that was only wishful thinking. It would be five hundred years into the future before the Knight would be of use to the King again and be able step into the Fray of the battle. He had a long wait ahead. Perhaps even forever.

Now, needing the money for his first and only home, he asked his Handmaiden to hold her tongue and to return to the Kingdom and see to the Princess for him. Knowing full well that this would heap coals of fire on the head of the Princess upon seeing her again, while still aiding his King in spite of everything done to him. A tough road was ahead for the Handmaiden and it would take all her inner strength not to turn and smite the Princess herself. But she loved the Knight and the only home they've ever known. And so she agreed.

And the young Knight went to the mirror and took off his helmet for the first time ever. And the man looking back at him was not that young anymore.

So, uh, for those of us who weren't part of the Bronze board, who maps to whom in this parable?

King = Joss, I assume?
Princess = SMG?

And everyone else....?

The Handmaiden = Sophia Crawford, SMG's stunt double, whom Jeff Pruitt was/is married to.

I can't remember anymore. I think Gareth Davies was the Sheriff or the #1 General.

Oh man, that is cracked out. He posted that to the Bronze, I presume?

I think he posted a bunch of wacked out shit about somebody on the crew trying to have him killed, then that. Or something.

My view on SMG has always been that if I was the lead on a show where I was in every episode and, at points, nearly every scene for 7 years, shooting at 3am, signing autographs on a day by day basis... I'd be allowed to be a little bit cranky occasionally. Hell, I wail like a baby if my washing machine breaks. I've no real idea if she was a massive diva or not, or if she was just feeling the strain. I know there's an interview with Joss Whedon somewhere during the late Buffy days where he sounds like he's having a nervous breakdown. I imagine it was quite the grinding experience for all involved.

She's always been publicly supportive and proud of Buffy The Vampire Slayer from what I've seen. If she wants to move on and make money elsewhere, you know, fair play I say.

yeah, he posted it to the Bronze after Joss wouldn't return his calls/emails. he just wanted to be heard. *cough*

Didn't he just post a link to it? I remember him acting all surprised when everyone(not just Joss) followed the link he'd posted to a public board.

Wow, so, I just ventured outside of Buffistas and saw some of the SMG hate from people online. All of which seems to be people who weren't actually at the panel.

It's crazy. It's like everybody online is British. We have this thing here where we like to build people up, and then burn them at the stake when they become successful.

It's crazy. It's like everybody online is British. We have this thing here where we like to build people up, and then burn them at the stake when they become successful.

every generation throws a hero up the pop charts.

I love Douglas Adams' Long Dark Teatime for the Soul for skewering this very thing.

Oh yeah, the Yanks are champs at the pedestal knocking off.