They think we're gonna wait, like we always do, for the end to come but I'm done waiting. They want an apocalypse? We'll give 'em one.
Y'know I read that line and I like it so much more than I did when I was actually watching the show. Because really they do spend a lot of time waiting around for the final showdown, even in the best of seasons, and the idea of Apocalypse Right Now is appealing. I think what really killed that scene for me was my filthy spoiler-whore status, because I keep thinking, 'Yeah, Buffy, you say that now, but we've got half a season to go Missy, and I know it doesn't consist of you gloating about what you can achieve with a pro-active pep-talk' Eh, so it's probably my own fault, but I honestly don't have the strength of will to stay spoiler-free. I couldn't do it even if they offered me a bound-and-naked-Wesley as compensation, which sucks 'cause I'm sure Wesley would be *at least* as entertaining as spoilers.
I couldn't do it even if they offered me a bound-and-naked-Wesley as compensation, which sucks 'cause I'm sure Wesley would be *at least* as entertaining as spoilers.
You know, that's the one thing that could make me give up spoilers.
Mmmmm...Wesley. But no, couldn't do it. Sure, I'd be distracted for a while, but I'd eventually have to check my email and then WHAM! the slutting beings afresh. And I don't think I'd take them carting the boy-toy away again very well. It'd get unseemly.
Edit - damn double-posting tricky fingers.
I don't think I'd ever leave my bunk...
Sigh. Okay, and on that note, I head to my bunk for the night!
Any of our British Buffistas live in or near Sussex?
Not to my knowledge. Not me, any way, and Am's in London. Any other super seekrit English lurkers out there?
Matt Stone
BEN
Stone! Thank goodness I finally remembered - it was driving me MAAAAAAAAAD.
(edit - and Matt Stone is one of the creators (along with Trey Parker) of South Park. Whew, glad I figured that out.)
Any of our British Buffistas live in or near Sussex
Not any more, but I spent the whole of the '90s in Brighton. Why?
Well, I took my 3 children to see Piglet's Big Movie, yesterday. I wanted to know if AA Milne was buried there (he lived there, I believe) and if there have been any earth tremors indicating he might be rolling over in his grave.
Dear me.
I'd like to take this opportunity to assure the international community that average American people are not nearly as stupid, inisipip if you will, as the evidence supplied by Hollywood's bastardizations of your literature would lead one to believe.
Oh, I've just been reminded of the derivation of "Naff". It's Polari for a straight man - "Not Available For Fucking".
