I cried. Of course I did. Girls killed things. Girls got the power to kill things. I'm tearing up right now thinking of the girl that's going to hit that stupid softball right out of the park and she doesn't know why.

I yelled a bit of "No! You can't do that!" when Anya and Wood took their blows. Giles was really Giles.

Oh, I'm still pissed at parts of the season, but not at much of the ep. There's only so much that could be done in 43 minutes, and like "Home", I think it's much more valuable to go forward than patch the past.

Hi. I take full responsibility for posting by fdrunken Buffistas in New England. It can't be helped. It's a sickness.

Even me? That rocks, Victor.

West Coasters - get your kleenex out. Really, I mean it, goodnight, all.

(even you, mr. comma, my, new, best, friend)

I thought it was krav. Huh.

Well, not in Say Anything, which is of course about where my cultural knowledge stops and freezes in time, in that perfect moment of O-face that Joss thought would make a great plot in Happy Anniversary.

Is this how the prototypical Hero's Journey always ends, with the sharing of the elixir/power/whatever?

More or less. The "elixir" is usually some form of spiritual/metaphysical enlightenment.

Well, not in Say Anything, which is of course about where my cultural knowledge stops and freezes in time, in that perfect moment of O-face that Joss thought would make a great plot in Happy Anniversary.

Oh, as usual, dear. Lloyd will be so disappointed that I missed that reference. I'll have to sex him up. Really gone, now.

Oh, as usual, dear. Lloyd will be so disappointed that I missed that reference. I'll have to sex him up. Really gone, now.

Gosh how... hard on you.

I'm so sorry you have to take that one for the team...

No... wait a minute! No bogarting the Dobler!

Jossian feminism

I guess that's somewhere in the feminist dictionary between cultural feminism and liberal feminism. ;)

Btw, I say nay, but tonight is a night for the yay sayers. Day may be the way for the naysayers, 'kay?

I'm tearing up right now thinking of the girl that's going to hit that stupid softball right out of the park and she doesn't know why

What got me was the image of a woman being throttled, suddenly getting the power and mashing the perp's potatoes.

But was the storytelling a lie? (sorry for the serial post).

msbelle!!! Glad you are whooping it up (as opposed to shooping it up, like I typed first, although I have no idea if shooping is a good thing, or a bad thing or anything, really) with the MA Buffistas.

Why am I not doing likewise - partly because I feel I just de-lurked too recently, and partly beacuse I didn't know (though I suspected there would be something in the MA/Worcester/Sommerville axis going down) about the Worcester shindig (or is that gathering? Hootnanny? whatever - there are ferrets - it's a par-tay!) until too late. I live in Salem, and even if I had a ride all the way home (and I don't know of any North Shore Buffistas), I have a commute that is ridiculously early. If I'd felt more in the swing of things, and knew enough in advance, I would have arranged something, most likely, as I would love to get to know the Bay State (and other New Englandly-type) Buffistas in a F2F way.

Wow, to much natter for the Buffy thread. Anyway, that's da scoop. Back to the final Buffy.

So many drunken MA Buffistas. It's a madhouse, a MAAAADhouse.

Victor's space key is very wonky, that's why everyone seems to be posting drunk.

Oh, yeah, Buffy. Didn't hate it. Unlike the rest of the year.

"Did you find anything out about the scythe?" "Yeah, it's an AXE!" Even Angel, not the sharpest pointy thing in the box of pointy things could tell it was an AXE. AXE. If you're lazy, AX!

P.S. msbelle would like it made clear that she did hate it.