Once upon a time...

( Cut for ranting, comic woes, and lost opportunities. )

In other news, reviews for Spike #3, #4, and #5 will be coming shortly as one long post. I'm currently doing revising because the first go around was nothing but a long stream of curse words followed by the sounds of me throwing my keyboard across the room.

This is me being serious with a review. This is in no means a meta for the entire run of Season Eight, but God knows it is probably coming, and my fingers are already sore thinking about it.

There are positive points to this review and negative ones as with all reviews.

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Well, just as I thought it would be- a pointless end to a pointless story.

Under the cut is a voice clip as well as a transcription for those of you who don't want to hear my slightly sinus-y voice.

( Here spoilers be talked about a little. )

After reading the dialogue preview on IDW's forum, I had to laugh at something very hard in how it relates to S8.

( There be spoilers. )

S8 Spoilers. A letter to Spike.

( Re: Buffy #40 New Previews. )

This isn't my full review. I don't know if I'm capable of reviewing the issue with any kind of fervor, but these are just my preliminary thoughts on the matter.

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My review for Spike #2 is up at idw_spike. WARNING: There be SPOILERS!

I posted my review for Spike #1: Alone Together Now on idw_spike. SPOILERS AHEAD.

When we last left our bulging heroes, Spike was oogling Eddie's bare ass after discovering a blood-draining factory and gettin' it blowed up real' good. Tansy Fry and idiotic her pop culture cohorts have cooked up a way to create a bunch of small Hellmouths and are selling the use of them to the highest bidder. She had just opened up her first one to allow a disco diva demon to come through with a demon on a leash like Lord Sebassis. Oh, joy.

Warning: This may contain spoilers for the main Angel series, and it also has strong language, sarcasm, and ranting.

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I'm so angry at Bill Willingham right now I could spit nails, built a frigate, sail to his home on clouds of fire and brimstone, and kick him in the shins. So, to calm down, I am drinking gallons of soda, eating pecan pie (yes, the fury is so great that I had to go get PIE), and I'm calmly drawing some fanart for Brian Lynch so that he will know that my cracked and battered fangirl heart rests in his hands.

I'm going to start my own Buffyverse comic called "Shark-Jumping for Fun and Profit" and dedicate it to Joss Whedon, Scott Allie, and Bills Williams and Willingham for nearly destroying my want to even step in a comic book shop. I think the phrase "but horse urine has been around forever" kinda describes the whole situation right now.