These are my thoughts on Lamb. ( interesting name.BTW> but I haven't gone there yet) Lamb is the sherrif. he has chosen to be in law enforcement. It is not uncommon for those that are in law enforcement, and have seen the seamier side of life, to make quick judgements. On top of it, I don't think Lamb thinks that Lamb is the smartest being in the world. Plus he is overly competative. What we got in the last episode is a hint of maybe why Lamb went into law enforcement. Was he abused - I am guessing yes. But it may have also been some encounter where the law won. What we don't know is where the dream of being law man ( see the man in the blue uniform with the bright shinny star) went wrong. Was it always there? Did he never understand the difference between being an officer of the law and the sheriff of the wild west?

It didn't even occur to me until just now as I read the recap that Woody's incorporation plan echoes Chinatown. Don't so much want to think about what that makes Gia.

Skipping completely, because I'm about 2/3s of the way through season 1, to make my very first post inspired by actually watching Veronica Mars.

A Long Time Ago, We Used to Be Friends...

Buffy, I'm not sure how to start this, but I think we really need to clear the air.

Great. I was really jonesing for another heartbreaking sewer talk.

Please, Buff. Not to go all cliche-y, but this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you. I'm just going to get right to the point. I've...I've...I've been...seeing someone else. In some ways, she reminds me of you. She's really something. She's vulnerable, but incredibly smart, spunky, and possessed of an inner strength that puts me in mind of...

I've had it with super-strong little women who aren't me.

I understand, Buffy...Please know, it's not you. It's me.

People don't fall in love with what's right in front of them. People want the dream. What they can't have. The more unattainable, the more attractive.

Xander, don't. Okay? First of all, you've missed the point, entirely. Secondly, and most importantly, this is between Buffy and me.

I'll just go home, lie down, and listen to country music, the music of pain.

Xander, I'm sorry. I love you all, but...I'm sorry.

Oh, as usual, dear.

Giles, I can't. Not you. Not now. This is about Buffy. You remember Buffy, right? You don't really want me to remind you and everyone else what kind of condition she was in when you walked away, do you? 'Cause if we play who-stayed-with-Buffy-through-what-and-when? I'm gonna win.

Now, Buffy, I've been thinking. About our future. And the more I do, the more I feel like us - you and me being together - is unfair to...

You wanna hurt me, hurt me. You leave her out of this.

Oz, not you, too. I thought you'd get it. Sometimes, I'm sitting looking at my dust bunnies... I'm not thinking about housework, 'cause that would never happen. I think about watching you. And it's like everything stops. It's like, it's like freeze frame. Buffy viewage. But...

But...Freeze frame!

Will, to the casual observer, it would appear that you're trying to stand up for your friend Buffy, or even the score or something Will, but you've got a new series now Will, and that's on the empty side. Not to mention, I not only saw Xander with Bradley Cooper, Will—I've seen you with her. Cordelia, too. And Sarah's working on some movie, that I don't even know if I'll be able to stand watching, because she's playing some porn actress or something. See, in my fantasy when I'm watching her, she's Buffy Summers, Will.

How come you keep saying my name like that?

Like what, Will?

Are you freaked?

What? No, W—No! Absolutely no to that question. Please though, let me talk to Buffy.

What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloody women? What the hell does it take? Why do you bitches torture me?

Spike. Which question do you want me to answer first?

I'm at the end of my bleeding tether! I don't know why I even bother! It's your fault. You're to blame for all this, you know.

Spike, if your movie ever comes to pass, you know I'll be there. And if Sarah had wanted to make a season 8, I would have been there too, despite my dissatisfaction with the execution of season 7. I watched you on Angel, didn't I? I even liked you on Angel. I have been more than fair to you over the years, but I need something right now.

Now, Buffy, it's time I moved forward...

Don't walk away from me, Bitch!

I'm sorry, Buffy. You know how much I love you. It kills me to say this—

Then don't! who are you to tell me what's right for me!? You think I've never thought about this stuff?

Have you? Rationally?

No, I'm just a swoony little schoolgirl, right?

I'm trying to do what's right here—I'm trying to think with my head instead of my heart—

What heart? You have a heart? It isn't even beating!

Hey, it is, too! Aw Buffy, please don't.

Don't what? Don't love you? I'm sorry, (continued...)

( continues...) nobody told me I had a choice! I can't just change—I'll never change. I want you to...

I don't.

Don't—want to post about me? I can't believe you're breaking up with me...

It doesn't mean I won't post about you. There's a certain quality to Veronica Mars that puts me in mind of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I know the constant comparison irks a lot of Mars fans, but...

You never get even a little tired of hearing yourself talk, do you?

Buffy, I will never leave you, it's just that it is confusing to only post about you. When I watch and post about something else from time to time, it's easier. It hurts—every day—but I live with it. Now you're right here, and I can actually hear you, ...it's more than confusing...it's unbearable.

You know, I'm on the brink of something back in Rome... I'm actually heading towards a pretty good life. Now that...

I'm not saying I don't watch you, Buffy. You know how much... I'm just saying...

Are you going to pull a pie chart out now? Because it's not necessary. I think I got it.

Buffy, maybe you'll feel better if I tell you a little about her. She's a kid, right? In high school. And her best friend is murdered. Her dad loses his job as Sheriff, trying to hunt down the killer. She finds out the boy she's in love with (brother to her dead best friend) might be her half brother. And she keeps soldiering on. She tracks down her mother, who abandoned the family in its hour of need, and tries to get her off the sauce. She helps a snarky boy (who's been little more than a wise ass to her) deal with his mother's death. She's witty, and knows how to put on a tough front. She's...she's...I'm sorry, Buffy. I'm sorry, I just...

If you apologize to me I will beat you to death.

This is not gonna happen.

You gonna stop me? 'Cause you're gonna have to.

Don't do this.

There's no way I'm letting her— What got you? Did she cry? Pouty lips, heaving bosom—I thought you needed help.

She has no bosom. Even at your most anorexic, you were much more with the heaving. You think I wanted this to happen?

You should have told me what was going on.

I didn't think—I didn't think it was your business.

Not my business?

I needed more time with Veronica. I'm not sure—

You needed—Do you have any idea what it feels like to see you with her? That you would, behind my back—

Is it me, or is your heart not in this?

Come on. Let's finish it. You and me.

You never learn, do you? This wasn't about you. This was never about you. And you fall for it every single time!

Oh shut it, Angelus. Still Buff, he has a point. This wasn't about you. This was about watching a little new TV from time to time. That's what I do here and you're not a part of it, but that was your idea, remember. We stay away from each other.

I came because you were in danger.

What? I'm not in danger. I'm just talking about posting about another TV show, once in a while.

I've got a right to it.

You gave up that right when you decided to end your show. Or when Sarah did. Whatever. You know what I mean.

You know, I have someone in my life now. That I love. It's not what we had, it's very new. You know what makes it new? I trust him. I know him.

Yeah. About the Immortal, Buff... Oh, wait a second. I see what you're doing here. You're trying to get me to post about you, when I'm trying to post about Veronica Mars. Not gonna fall for it. That's all I'm asking here. No. Not asking. Telling. That's all I'm trying to say. Once in a while, I'm going to post about Veronica Mars. As soon as we're done here, I'm going to add her to my LJ interests list.

That's great. That's nice. You've moved on. I can't. You've found someone new. I'm not allowed to. Remember? I see you again it cuts me up inside and the person I share that with is me. You don't know me anymore so don't come down here with your great new life and expect me to do things your way. Go home.

Hey, standing right here. (continued...)

( continues...) Standing right exactly here.

I'm not coming back.

Don't be like that, Buff. We're not friends. Never were. I can fool the Buffistas. Live Journal. I can even fool Bronzers, but I can't fool my husband, or myself. Or tiggy, or Polter-Cow, or UTTAD, or Suzanne for some reason. What I want from you, I can never have. You don't have any new episodes for me, so I'm gonna post about Veronica Mars, sometimes.

I never wanted it to go that far.

I know. It's not even a question. But we've just re-watched six and a half seasons, straight through. After all that...I just need a little break. Please.

You still my girl?

Always.

Sometimes, there really are no words for the genius that is Topic!Cindy.

I have two words, and they are "mad" and "love."

I heart Cindy.

I marathoned Season 1 on DVD this weekend and am having VM-junkie-with-no-VM-to-watch blues. Only 24 hours to the next episode at least.

I'm going to ignore the genuis of that post Cindy, and just leave a smug little "told you so" as I saunter off, all swagger-like.

I have two words, and they are "mad" and "love."

::loves on Cindy so hard, it's almost as good as eating cake::