Okay, if the next sentence makes you want to mock me mercilessly, you should walk away: I adore Buffy. Adore it more than every other show I’ve ever watched combined. I’m not a fangirl, dressing up like characters and writing fanfic, but I love it exactly to that line. There are weeks when I look at what’s on television and I want to ask Joss Whedon why he’s forsaken me, why he took Buffy away. If you like the show, you’ll understand and I don’t need to explain about all the amazing ass-kicking coolness and fighting and wit and laughter and brilliantly clever plotlines and GENERAL BADASSITYNESS and if you don’t like the show (or worse, have never seen it and just assume you don’t like it because you’re a snob), then this will make no sense to you. But:
I just watched Serenity.
And tonight, I can go to sleep in a world of which Joss Whedon is once again a part. And on Monday, I’ll get three of the four discs of Firefly in the mail from holy Netflix. And my banishment into the darkness is over.
So if you know what I mean, you know what I MEAN. If you don’t, well, then I guess you’re exactly where I am when people start foaming at the mouth for Star Trek. I don’t need Star Trek, much as I love the geeks around me who do. But I do need Whedon. And DAMNIT MAN, I’ve got him back.
Open bracket, back slash, GEEK, close bracket, and goodnight.