In which there are ten five-second Buffy reviews and not much else.

[raven]

The only thing I'm doing at present which doesn't involve wallowing in self-pity is watcing Buffy (and attempting to write fic about it, with slim-to-none success). The closest I've got to reviewing any of the episodes is bitching down the phone to amchau, which I confess I've been doing a lot lately.

So, to give my journal some content and my life some context:

Starting nowhere in particular and proceeding in no particular order, Prophecy Girl: Good stuff.

When she was bad: Equally good stuff; like the way saving the world does not automatically imply well-balanced human beings.

Halloween: Hee. I'm happy.

Lie to me: Could have been good. Unfortunately I'll never know because my annoying-as-all-get-out family made me miss the last ten minutes, which I gather were, like, crucial.

The Dark Age: Squee.

What's my line, part one: Ice-skating is good.

What's my line, part two: Could have been good, again, but Kendra must DIE.

Ted: Hee! Wonderfully cyclic.

Bad Eggs: Bad episode.

Surprise: Um... no. Meander much? And this brings the grand total of people in Sunnydale without a secret identity down to... two.

I'm going out of my mind, clearly. Would say I want to go home, but, well, I'm already here. Urrrgh.

Comments

[quackaquacka.livejournal.com]

The Dark Age: Squee.

I agree.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Definitely.

How are you, my love? Life calming down a little?

[amchau.livejournal.com]

The closest I've got to reviewing any of the episodes is bitching down the phone to amchau, which I confess I've been doing a lot lately.

And by some strange trickery, you manage to make me enjoy it. Any time you like, my darling. (Well, obviously, trying when I'm out won't help you. But mostly, I'm in. Tomorrow, Friday afternoon, all of Saturday...)