If it ain't booze and coke, it's Netflix instant play streaming. I'm what they call an addictive personality. Or tenacious. All depends on the person you are talking to in the inside of my head at the time. There isn't a lot I can afford to distract myself with these days. And, realistically, I do need distractions. Comic books are out for right now because there isn't extra cash, even to justify by reselling....my normal ruse to get around my guilt. Music is a constant. I don't even consider that an addiction as much as an is. Like comedy is an is. And looking for writing is in is. Books are commitments that need to be schlepped around. I have about 10 in my inner queue waiting for me once I am done with.....this. This thing that has usurped my existence until forced. Buffy.
I discovered Netflix instant play when I acquired a Mac laptop that would allow it. Money was so tight that I was getting set to ditch the service altogether but it opened a world of movies, mostly old or straight to video. But some new ones. And the rockumentaries that I am always ordering on regular Netflix. It encouraged me to seek out new things that I never would have looked at but it didn't require leaving the house or paying extra. I eventually delved into the television shows that had become popular in other countries but never aired in the USA. I became a huge fan of The It Crowd in the UK and Slings And Arrows from Canada. Shows that ran a couple of seasons and had either been canceled or had not released more recent seasons to Netflix instant streaming yet. I also caught up on The Tudors, Weeds, a couple of other shows I wanted to see but couldn't access. Shows in short spurts during some down time. And then I decided to watch Buffy The Vampire Slayer. A show that looked genuinely stupid to me when it aired initially. I had put Sarah Michelle Gellar in the Melissa Joan Hart tri name basket. Along with other blonds from her generation like Britany Spears. But it was there. And so I began.
It is like drinking. I walked away from drinking relatively easily but the actual doing of it was like uncorking a bad genie out of the bottle. There seriously was no such thing as one. There never is. Some of us just ain't born to do half-assed. Same with sex. It isn't easy getting me into bed but, man, when you do I am there body soul and every ounce of enthusiasm a person can muster. Somehow I stumbled on a show that I love that ran 7 years, 6 with over 20 episodes a season. Roughly 140 at 45 minutes a pop.
I blame Spike. There is no character on television that I have found more entertaining and ridiculously hot. I just want Buffy to hook up with him and end it already. It is admirable as hell that a story line based on something as goofy as a vampire slayer can last for this long and still remain interesting. The writers were smart enough to take unexpected turns (while there is some of the worst background directing I've ever seen...which adds to the charm). The little sister twist in Season 5 that looked like they totally underestimated the audience for two shows explained itself with a non-traditional turn. I didn't see it coming. I don't see a lot of things coming. I get the cult of Buffy now. I regret not going into LA during that time period just so I could have delved more into stunt work. Because Buffy alone seemed to provide an endless supply of work. I want to do more horror film just to romp around in special effect shots. Buffy is infectous on many levels. Buffy Buffy Buffy.
There is talk of a new series. Fools. You will never get a cast that will be able to live in the shadows of this group. Even the extras will be too sleek and perfect compared to the awkward characters wandering the background. No one can match James Marster or Alyson Hannigan in there perfect imperfections. Even Sarah Michelle Gellar who looks so bland from a distance has quirkiness that I doubt will be found easy to match let alone top.
Sigh. I am a third of a way through Season 6. That leaves about 28 more episodes. I will shove them down my mental pie hole as fast and hard as I can so I can move on with my life. Maybe start reading comic books again which only come out monthly. Or a book. With 3 or 4 hundred pages that will end within a month. Or a drink. Drinking would be easier. Free me, Buffy. Let me out of the cult. Give me your season 7 episode 20 something cup o' kool aid and stop me from writing 20 minutes worth of hot vampire jokes. I wonder if there is a meeting I can go to? How many seasons did Angel run?
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