'Safe'
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls, The Inside and Drive), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
how'd it go tonight at the unFlan?
I've seen people calling it "Flan B" -- yet another example of what I love about Mutant Enemy fandom.
But it's not Remar. My guy actually has more in common with Charisma, if you really think about it.
This makes me want it to be an old M.E. alum. And it probably isn't. So there's that.
In other news, that is no news at all, the Firefly actors are good people, and their kindness is making me cry.
But it's not Remar. My guy actually has more in common with Charisma, if you really think about it.
James Mason? Christopher Plummer?
Slightly more seriously, Glenn Plummer?
I once went on a date with someone that enables me to know exactly what this would look like. With bonus S1 Buffy Cordelia personality thrown in for good measure.
I sense a story here.
I sense a story here.
Yes, I was wondering about that myself.
But you should definitely cast James Remar as someone!
Would you settle for a monkey? I keep trying to work one in to the show, just for you, but the idea isn't catching on. Yet.
Have a monkey win the race.
Actually, I think I just invented the first Drive fan fic with that plot.
Would you settle for a monkey?
Can it be a cheese eating surrender monkey?
I was going for a more intellectual monkey. Like the Seriously, Monkey monkey.
Like the Seriously, Monkey monkey.
Now that's a good monkey.
A finger monkey could work.
Or, a monkey with a fez. It's a classic for a reason.
Or in deference to Allyson's favorite vice, Smoking monkey.
eta: Holy shit! Where's Anya? Ice skating monkey
I sense a story here.
Imagine 1997-era Cordelia Chase with shorter hair and a trim goatee. Wearing men's designer clothes instead of women's, and much smaller earrings.
The physical resemblance was freaky enough once I realized why the guy looked so familiar, but in addition the phrase "I'm not conceited, but..." popped up more than once during the swankiest dinner date I've ever had. Though I suppose the surreal nature of the evening was preferable to the sheer boredom a non-Buffy fan would have experienced listening to modeling career anecdotes for two hours.
