I’m up to “Intervention” on the Buffy Rewatch.
Plas related to our relocation are coming along. We have firmed up locations and dates for services, arranged some important banking and medical stuff, and acquired a bed. (Our frame is busted and isn’t coming with. Anyone want a pristine queen-sized futon?) Tomorrow the Frog Boxes arrive and we start packing.
I am obsessing over the bird checklist at the Leslie Street Spit. There will be owl photos.
In the midst of this, my mother-in-law is in town, which is super-delightful! We’re cat-sitting for friends for a bunch of days. And we are saying a lot of goodbyes. Holy crap do I know a lot of people in this neighborhood.
Way back when I was watching BtVS the first time through, I thought “I was Made To Love You” was the saddest damned thing I’d ever seen. Then, of course, “The Body” aired the following week.
I’m hoping that as the show gets grimmer, the rewatches will get funnier. Because, really, it’s tougher to say silly things about the nigh-perfect episodes, and out-funnying the funny ones is tough too. But the actual watching–some of it is going to be very grim, especially as I hit S6.
We’re moving into more of a discussion of Spuffy with my essay on “Crush” on the Buffy rewatch now.
As with any series of columns, there’s some lead time in play here. “Crush” is the rewatch that’s on Tor right now; this past week I’ve watched “The Body” and “Forever.” I’ve been to a lot of family funerals in the period between the initial airing of these episodes and this month, and it made the experience of reviewing them more intense. I am really looking forward to getting a little distance from the tragedies of season five. I’d be looking forward to it even more if a lot of what happens in S6 and S7 wasn’t so grim. Still… musical episode soonish!
Or, as I put it, “Singing in the key of Key!”
Because I am always a few weeks ahead of the blog on these rewatches, I’m writing the essay on “The Body” this week. Grrr, arrrgh. I need a hug.
On the television upside, all sorts of things are now on! Game of Thrones, for example! (Though episode one was a little dull, I thought.) Mad Men is on soon, too, and the DVR caught Mr. Selfridge last night while we were out getting stretched at Open Door Yoga.
This week’s essay is on “Checkpoint,” which has one of my favorite Buffy monologues. She smacks down someone(s) who really deserve it. And, as usual, there’s a lively follow-up discussion in the credits. You’re all invited, every time.
Things of Monday, just to make you all tired: I wrote 1,329 words on the current novel yesterday. Then I walked Kelly to the Skytrain, hit two groceries, came home to unload, breakfasted, set up the camera to shoot birds, changed, and went to a 75-minute hatha yoga class–this last was possible only because it’s practically in my backyard, and therefore requires no commute. I ran two errands at two banks, came home, replied to 75 student posts for Writing the Fantastic, pondered the three questions I can’t quickly reply to, answered 25ish e-mails, made Tuesday-Wednesday lunches for K and I, simultaneously made chicken mole for several nights’ supper, committed personal hygiene, schemed with K about our 25th anniversary trip (changes to the plan are in the works!) made ten Scrabble moves, did one load each of laundry and dishes, lamented the cruel fate that allowed a Kleenex to slip into the washer via someone’s jeans. I also made the usual weekly tweets about the Buffy essay. Plus, now, this post.
Somewhere in there I had time to briefly contemplate how Return to Cranford has convinced me I was wrong so wrong about Tom Hiddleston being hideous and unlikable, but that’s fodder for a Telewitterings post.
So, what did you do?
And by that I mean an actual troll, not mean commenters. The essay is here, the episode is “Triangle.” Enjoy!
I’ve reached “Into the Woods,” Riley’s big goodbye.
This week’s Buffy essay is called “Snuggling the Queller” and it’s in the usual place.
Some of you may have noticed that blogging here has fallen off a little. The reason is that I’m 35,000 words into a new novel, and I’m simply more bloggy when I’m not writing reams of new stuff. My assumption is you’d rather have new stuff than anything else, though. I’ll step up the activity here when I’m back into revision mode.
I’m up to “Shadow” on the S5 Buffy rewatch. Enjoy, if you can. We’re getting into the grim stuff now.
On a completely other note, my birthday was yesterday. If you dropped me a line with good wishes at Facebook or elsewhere and I didn’t have a chance to respond, let me just say now–thank you so much!
“Fool For Love” is one of the better season five episodes, in my opinion, and one of the less painful ones to watch (or rewatch), too. Here’s my essay.