That will be hardest, I predict, cause it goes on longer and they say "crazy" or "insane", like throughout that whole arc. I'm also rewatching season 5 right now, though, and even I don't really want to see "The Body" again, masterful bit of television that it was.My mom kind of looks like Joyce, and she's had cancer, and I totally wasted the fruit-punch speech on that TV Tropes asshole, which, now if he dies, the sad part is, I can't claim responsibility for it.(Ironically, I am more angry about that with distance. Also, more people I know telling me how great TV Tropes is...it just makes me all "That motherless fuck!" whereas, at the time, I did what good detectives never do and got hung up on the "Why?" I guess we're never going to know.) Anyway...

New Buffy crit book.

Yeah, it may be another ten years before I go near The Body.

and I totally wasted the fruit-punch speech on that TV Tropes asshole, which, now if he dies, the sad part is, I can't claim responsibility for it

I got a linked in request from him the other day. Ugh.

That's chutzpah. And not in a good way.

. Also, more people I know telling me how great TV Tropes is...it just makes me all "That motherless fuck!" whereas, at the time, I did what good detectives never do and got hung up on the "Why?" I guess we're never going to know.) Anyway...

Somehow Pete had not discovered TV Tropes until this week. So he's been burbling at me about it, and I finally told him the backstory. His comment was "So that guy's a dickhead. The site is still useful!" Pragmatic, that's my spouse.

Yeah, it may be another ten years before I go near The Body.

sits next to Brenda, offers her some tea.

I agree with Pete.

I used to, but somehow, as I often do, I'm having a delayed reaction to that whole thing...why now? I can't account for it. "The next conversation we have. Ain't gonna be a conversation." so, you know, there are other sites.

cereal: I suppose it's the lack of...shame. I suppose, if after that, he'd hidden from us in his home with his twenty cats, only emerging to seek, in my own non-clinical opinion, desperately-needed mental health care, then I could go back to my previous "poor bastard," stance. But, no, we're not friends, and we're certainly not contacts...you got your thrills, manipulated sincere emotions, the least you can do is be Cyber-Boo Radley and hide behind the fucking tree.

::sits with erika::

Dude fucked up my New Year's Eve. I may forgive, but I won't forget... nah, I won't forgive, either.

I wasn't that upset at the time, but the fact that he gets to go on and be Gus Straley, Expert Webmaster Guy, somehow burns my ass in a way that an initial "Had you going!" from a crazy person does not. Although he did enable me to win an argument on Daily Kos once by proving that Keith Olbermann flouncing off, while certainly unworthy of him, was not a strange internet occurrence. "Did he steal Kos' code to make the Daily Keith?"
"No, of course not."

"Did he post as Katy and tell us he'd died?"
(He could never write like a 23 year-old girl.) "No."
"Then, big deal." David Simon's got a blog now...I will fully renounce atheism if DS grabs a chunk out of TV Tropes guy. For serious. It's so cute how my fake husband thinks he gets the internet. I just want to say the internet is founded on our unalienable right to love things to death. But we aren't really married, so I can't do that.