In a beautifully circular bout of time-wasting yesterday, I spent a few pleasant hours reading Buffy recaps on TWoP, then proceeded to watch said epsiodes on DVD when I got home. And my essential early night kinda turned into a 10:30 bed time. But hey! I was relaxed. And comfy. And eating fruit (Sara Lee apple strudel counts as fruit, yeah?)

Don't judge me...

And I didn't watch Supernatural, because I have a classic case of coulrophobia (fear of clowns) and the trailers had freaked me out enough. I may love me some Dean and Sam action on a Monday night, but not if there are clowns involved. Na-uh.

Anyways... moving right along, no need to analyse my myriad personal psychoses...


Buffy: While I own the entire 7 seasons on DVD (and all of Angel ... *sigh*) I have never actually watched all of Season 6. I think we kinda crossed over moving back from the UK, and that was one of the things that got lost in the wash. Season 6 is also quite difficult I think, what with the resurrection of Buffy, and the whole Spike thing, it all got just a tidge silly. And then sillier in Seven. Which sucked. And Willow... *frown* I adore Willow, but this season just made we want to slap her. Mean horible writers making her so petulant and bossy with no sunny smile...But, y'know, there is a soft spot in my heart for all the Scoobs, so I'm enduring the silliness.

And I'd never seen 'Once more, with feeling' until last night.

I know.

That is indeed a failing in a girl who calls herself a Buffy fan.

But it's all rectified now. It was great. I loved it. It was laugh-out-loud hilarious. And I'm positive Joss is the weird be-antlered demon in the first scene. Something reminded me of the cousin who does the Dance of Joy.

So, in short - slight tiredness, with an inexplicable spring in my step today. I can cope with that.

Diff'rent Strokes

Someone wise once said (Actually 'twas Chesty, yesterday) that she prefers Eliza Dushku to Sarah Michelle Geller (in a completely impartial 'for a chick' comparison). And that got me thinking... I concur whole-heartedly. ED is definitely hotter, and sultrier. SMG is more girl-next-door, albeit a g-n-d that kicks butt. I wonder if this is a girl thing? Do men prefer the wise-cracking blonde, or the borderline-psychotic brunette?


hmmm... ponderance...


So, some ideas, tossed into the air... opinions please...

Sinead O'Connor: Dropdead gorgeous, especially shaven-headed in 'Nothing Compares 2U' video (maybe it was the eyes...)
Angelina Jolie: smug yet pouty... jury's out on this one.
Michelle Pfeiffer/ Julia Roberts: killer smiles.