We get our first good look at Andrew, Jonathan and Warren on “Life Serial” this week on the Buffy Rewatch. I call it “World’s Silliest Jobs, Slayer Edition.”
An excerpt: Even the Trio has noticed, by now, that our Slayer’s a bit unfocused.
That doesn’t stop Jonathan from taking up his magic bone and tossing Buffy into a service industry version of the film Groundhog Day. Warren and Andrew are delighted because this gives them a chance to talk about Star Trek: TNG and the X-Files episodes that also riffed on this idea of, as they call it, looping.
On a personal note, yesterday marked my 52nd day in the Toronto version of Chez Dua and the first day when Canada Post actually sent someone to our building with mail. That’s right, folks–I no longer have a two hour round trip to Leslieville each week just to see if RONA has sent me snail spam.
Irrelevant bonus question: can anyone think of a reason why I shouldn’t freeze ricotta for later use?
One hundred short days ago, I was in Vancouver, working to finish the draft of a novel, and my plan for this week was to go to San Francisco and see my cousin. We had Monterey Bay Aquarium plans, and San Francisco Opera plans. It was all very exciting.
(And then I was gonna come back to Vancouver and just kinda keep living there and start working on something else! I had no idea things were about to change.)
That trip got put on indefinite hold April 1st, and so much has happened since then! But this week is nevertheless my only real vacation opportunity for awhile, because of the teaching schedule, so I’ve been slacking in various ways. Including not getting the weekly Buffy Rewatch announcement posted until now.
But it’s up! It’s happening! And it’s called… We Three Nerds of Sunnydale Are.
This week’s rewatch covers “After Life,” from Season 6. It’s a Jane Espenson episode and so, despite the bleakness, it has its moments of funny.
Buffy’s back from the dead this week on my weekly rewatch, which means I have two to go. Two seasons, that is. I’m headed into the grimmer stuff now, but remember these latter seasons as still having had some hysterically funny lines and character moments; I’m looking forward to rediscovering those.
The process of moving has turned out to be rather endless in terms of fiddly paperwork details. Connecting up people we pay–like our insurer, for example, and our RRSP guys–to the new bank accounts has been a mind-numbingly dull and rather tedious process. Yesterday I realized our old condo manager had taken our strata fees out of the Vancouver bank account, as usual, so I’m also chasing a refund, with the very kind assistance of our realtor.
I also have a pile of receipts waiting to be data entered so I can figure out how much we actually spent moving. This is important and exciting because when you relocate more than 40 km for work reasons, you get to write a whole whacking chunk of things off your taxes.
So, if you ever heave yourself halfway across the country, give yourself a generous dicking-around allowance, timewise. And consider the tax return, if it comes together, your pay for this fun temporary job.
Enough with the boring details! Here is a dog photo, sort of, that I found very cute.
Going to Montreal to see Camille Alexa and Claude Lalumiere made for a nice break from the paperstorm. (The Megabus we took there was twelve hours of horrible, though: next time, we train.) And this weekend we have an embarassment of riches to choose from: there’s a tall ship festival, a literary event, Luminato, in the park ’round the corner, and with luck we’ll find time to see Joss Ado About Nothing. (Much Ado about Joss Things?”
What are you up to?
My latest Buffy rewatch ends Season Five with “The Gift.” I call it “Beware of God.”
If you’d prefer a pre-taste of my upcoming book CHILD OF A HIDDEN SEA, which is set in the same world as “Among the Silvering Herd” or my next related Tor.com story “The Ugly Woman of Castello di Putti,” here’s a post on mermaids I did for
My World… in Words and Pages.
Toronto continues to be a completely fun place to explore: here’s a store called Da Vintage Code. I love a good pun.