When Buffy went off the air, quickly followed by Angel, I thought I would never love again. My days were suddenly gray and soggy. I would visit the online ghost towns of once glorious and bustling fan communities, only to hear the echo of my solo feet, shuffling through the wasteland. I would pull out the DVDs and watch, much like an ex-lover pulling out a bottle of wine, to read old letters that have been bundled together with a piece of ratty ribbon that came off an anniversary gift, lo, so many moons ago. In candlelight. With Bocelli singing low on the stereo. And the rain softly falling outside. With the animals of the forest sadly nodding outside the window, their tiny ears and tails turned down in emotional solidarity.
But now it's all better. Now, I have Lost. And, behold, the future is bright. Even better, after putting our college-educated brains together for six months, we finally figured out how to record it on our DVD player. Sure, it involves voodoo magick and aligning the machine with True North during the waxing of the second moon during the year of the cat, but it's worth it. Anyone who is watching the show right now, will understand just how wonderful it is to pause the fuzzy image and read the damn blast door in the blacklight. That's right, peeps. Last night, with Kevin as my audience, I donned a pointy stick and indicated to the paused screen each and every morsel of delicious detail that I could remember reading about online. It's good to be a fangirl.
This last Christmas my parents got me that amazing Buffy boxset, along with all five seasons of Angel. I was in Joss Whedon heaven. Back when both shows were still on, we made it a family ritual to sit around the living room and watch the two shows. It began right from the first season of Buffy. Now that is some quality family time. Ah, good times.
Posted by: Elwood | on March 31, 2006 03:04 PM