I’d say we’ve reached the point in the rewatch where Warren’s true colors are revealed, but we’ve already been there for awhile.
(And the comments thread is already deeply interesting. The people discussing these episodes with me are so thoughtful and cool!)
Instagrams, a set on Flickr.
My recent past, captured in snapshot and, sometimes, magically filtered. If you float your cursor over a given pic, it has a caption. To my astonishment, this works on the WordPress blog and Livejournal.
There’s a bit of a shorthand developing here as Kelly and I figure out where we’re getting the things we consider necessary. The phrase “the new” crops up: the godlike Forno Cultura bakery is ‘the new Fratelli‘s’. We still need a new Grotto Del Formaggio–there are cheese shops in the Kensington Market, but I haven’t fallen in love with any of them.
About half a click from our front door on Woodland Drive was a store called Wonderbucks. It had high-end dollar store stuff, a bit of furniture, and a resident cat, Morgan:
So far, the niche formerly filled by Wonderbucks has been filled by HomeSense, Winners, and a franchise dollar store. None of which is as satisfactory.
The new ‘place with a resident cat’ is Brava, a dress store on Queen that stocks the Desigual dresses I fell in love with in Italy. Brava, interestingly, is not the new Angel Vancouver. On the downside, their salespeople are a bit too pushy. On the upside–very much on the upside!–they have beautiful things that fit Kelly. You will die from the adorbs when you see the latest dress.
The wonderful Jackie at Angel, meanwhile, has found another line of gorgeous colorful dresses from Spain. They are called Smash! Wear, a generic enough term that I haven’t been able to search up a store here in Toronto that carries them.
I suppose the obvious lesson here, if I were to draw one, would be that retail opportunities are eminently replaceable when one lunges across the country, whereas one’s wonderful peeps are not. Rest assured, beloved Vancouver friends, you are missed. I probably don’t say this enough.
It’s take your fans to work day on Buffy, as we all go heigh-ho to the land of fast food and orange uniforms.
What I have concluded, now that I’ve just rewatched “Hell’s Bells,” (because I’m a few weeks ahead of the posted rewatches) is that “Doublemeat Palace” is far from the most depressing of the S6 Buffy episodes. Still. McJob. There’s not much fun to be had there.
I have been appearing at FanExpo Canada for the past couple days, selling and signing books and doing panels, and will be there again this afternoon. It has been big, boisterous and fun, and of course the costumed fans are an endless delight. Here are a few of them. My particular fave is Pam and AWOL Archer.
photo by Kristy Boyce
The Color of Paradox
The Cage
