I don't think Fredless is so bad. By itself. The Burkles are cute, and there are good moments, and I still think the insect-monsters-demon-puppets are fucking cool. It's mostly the manipulation of the story-as-told (where we're supposed to think the Burkles are EEeevil, even though they obviously aren't) that's immensely irritating.
I think Angel S3 works a lot better in a marathon than it did when it aired in chunks interspersed with reruns. It's still terribly flawed, but in retrospect I love the DOOMDOOMDOOMED of it all.
For me it's notable because it marked Fred becoming an official member of the team (for no good reason that I could see, when she was given a chance to recuperate with her parents away from the hotel that some deadly enemy attacked every week as an alternative) and the point at which Season 3, which I absolutely loved the first four episodes of, began its freefall of story quality.
Earlier today, I was out running errands, listening to the car radio (remember those?).
"We Are the Champions" STILL makes me giggle every single time I hear it, because all I can picture are drunk!singing!Cordy, Wes, and Gunn.
Since I'm home on Thursday I thought I'd channel surf while waiting for the Macy's parade to start. I'd forgotten that TNT was the David Boreanaz channel—starting the day with Angel and ending with Bones.
Sadly, the episode on right now is She. At least we get to see Angel get all art/poet critic for a few minutes.
I have been enjoying Bones lately- it makes me laugh, often.
Yeah, that's really nice - but I wish he'd be honored with a series that gets more than .5-2.5 seasons.
Maybe if he'd make a series about the growth and empowerment of an alienated young woman who works as a forensic examiner...
...in the Naval Crimes Unit...
I just discovered I live 6.6 miles from "Sunnydale High". I can't help wondering if it's exactly 6.66 miles.
