Once upon a time...

I've been rewatching BtVS episodes in French to help me in my language class, but... My God, was the final scene in "Wrecked" the most out-of-place thing ever? I don't know why it never bothered me so much before, but Buffy, sitting on her bed surrounded by garlic and clutching a cross to her chest, just seems utterly ridiculous. If she was that worried about Spike descending into her bedroom like a ghoul, I would have been holding a SuperSoaker filled with holy water and a crossbow (given the fact that de-inviting him would be out of the question with Willow going through the magicks withdrawal). And when have any of the shows vampires really been afraid of garlic anyway? Spike eats pub food; there's bound to be garlic in that. I sorta want to know what would have happened if he had come by...

Spike: "Hey, Buffy, are you trying to make your bedroom smell like the Olive Garden? I love that place. It's like eating in the kitchen of a delightful Italian stereotype. If you want to go, I've got coupons clipped fresh from the PennySaver-"

Buffy: "Go away! Can't you see that I'm trying to keep you away from my vagina?!"

Spike: "Oh, God, is there garlic in there too?"

Yeah, I saw Hostel III, and I heard spoilers about a certain comic that just came out. Guess which one I think constitutes torture porn? It's Trope City, my bad pennies. I'm not really surprised because I was guessing this would happen since late Season Eight, but good-everloving-night!

( Spoilers behind the cut. )

I think I may be giving up on Acceptable Losses at this point. I don't think I can continue with that plot anymore. I want to finish it, but every time I try to finish the editing, the fucking "canon" material makes a mockery of everything I was trying to do and then I have to do re-writes. I don't know if it's worth it because it hasn't been updating in so long. Maybe I should post it as it is without doing anymore editing to it with typos and all.

I can't get on the internets much because I am borrowing Ta-ra-ra's internet and computer for the time being, and I feel so behind! The interview went well the other day, and I should hear something definitive back from the Center next week. The Director of the Center is actually looking into some points of historical interest near my hometown and he really seemed to take note of my computer/design skills, so that might give me an edge over the other applicants. *crosses fingers*

I saw Fright Night yesterday, and I spent the whole time feeling like I was watching someone's really poor attempt to make a Buffy episode... and then the end credits rolled, and I realized why...

( Cut for possible movie spoilers. )

Classes start in a few days, and I'm nervous. I already have the assignment that I'll be working on all semester for one class, and I'm having some problems with it. Maybe things will turn around.

There's a carpet retailer in here in Tennessee that has, for years, used little children spouting "Made in the USA" catchphrases and waving cheap plastic flags in their commercials. Well, now they've hit upon a new gimmick- claiming that their carpet was made "by the Heavenly Father." *head-desk* I sorta want to go into their business and demand that their carpet better not only be resistant to wine spills but should turn water into more wine to refill my glass.

( Cut for more ranting about my town. )

How is it that all I'm not getting any comment alerts from LJ users and my F-list peeps in my e-mail until three or four days after they were originally sent, but the moment an anonymous poster leaving crazy messages about a new world order pops up, I get that comment alert immediately? Eff.

( 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.

*SHAKES LIVEJOURNAL* Give me my comments, damn it! I'm having to like search the deepest darkest corners of the LJverse for them!

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.

F-list, I apologize for yet another comic-related thing to fill up with your page with woe and angst, but I want to rant too. Everyone else is getting to have so much fun with it! Yeah, I'm fairly hateful about the S8 comics. I've actually read 'em though I refuse to buy them because why should I pay good money for something that I'm just going to mock? The one positive thing that you will ever hear me say about Joss Whedon is that he does have a small bit of integrity in that he tells the story he wants to tell and fuck everyone else. Trouble is he's still a wanker.

( Continued below the cut in which I'm still Bitchenstein. Hear me RAR. )

Or, better known as...
( I thought I was having a manic episode, but then I realized I was reading the Buffy comics and had to go lie down... and then I made a very strange hypothetical story... )