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May. 24th, 2009 11:10 pmI'm totally overdosing on vampires this week. o.O
Since I got home on Sunday I've watched the first season of Angel, the fifth season of Buffy, and am currently in the middle of Angel season 2. Am also in the middle of Charlaine Harris' "Definitely Dead."
The fifth season of Buffy gets all Lifetime around the middle, what with mom-gets-brain-cancer and then mom-dies-and-raising-little-sis-is-so-hard storylines right after one another. There is actually an entire episode with no supernatural activity *whatsoever*, I swear. And the "Buffy versus Dracula" thing at the beginning of the season was lame. All the Scooby gang's magical mishaps, when they actually had them, were pretty awesome, though. Somehow much of the melodrama in this season actually made me feel like crying, which is probably a bad sign, in that I'm more invested in Buffy and Willow than in the people I know in real life at the moment.
Tara and Willow are officially the most adorable couple ever on television.
Angel has been described as "more of a guy's show" than Buffy, which is true, in that the main plotline for nearly every single episode is Angel saving some girl, with occasional subplots of Wesley or Gunn saving some girl. Cordelia has not saved anyone's life of her own accord yet, although she has gotten diabolically pregnant and had to be rescued by Angel and Wesley, because the diabolical pregnancy involved mind-control. There was a second pregnancy episode early this season; Angel had to save her too.
The overwhelming--and frankly depressing, coming from Joss Whedon, who is usually good about this stuff--recurring theme of Big Strong Manly Men Save Helpless Damsels aside, Angel is actually a really good show. It has a nice balance of fights and explosions and car chases with silly stuff like demon karaoke, and continual mocking of Angel's stereotypical brooding and taciturnity and black-leather-coat-wearing (not like black leather coats are anything but totally awesome).
As for Charlaine Harris: More vamps, fewer werewhatevers, please.
I have kind of nothing exciting going on in terms of real life at the moment (as usual, but even more so). I don't have enough of a life left in Madison for anything particularly dramatic to happen while I'm home, which is just the way I like it, and frankly I'm not in a position to be overinvolved in whatever's happening in my Clark friend's personal lives either. I'm just trying to get practical shit done for myself.
Since I got home on Sunday I've watched the first season of Angel, the fifth season of Buffy, and am currently in the middle of Angel season 2. Am also in the middle of Charlaine Harris' "Definitely Dead."
The fifth season of Buffy gets all Lifetime around the middle, what with mom-gets-brain-cancer and then mom-dies-and-raising-little-sis-is-so-hard storylines right after one another. There is actually an entire episode with no supernatural activity *whatsoever*, I swear. And the "Buffy versus Dracula" thing at the beginning of the season was lame. All the Scooby gang's magical mishaps, when they actually had them, were pretty awesome, though. Somehow much of the melodrama in this season actually made me feel like crying, which is probably a bad sign, in that I'm more invested in Buffy and Willow than in the people I know in real life at the moment.
Tara and Willow are officially the most adorable couple ever on television.
Angel has been described as "more of a guy's show" than Buffy, which is true, in that the main plotline for nearly every single episode is Angel saving some girl, with occasional subplots of Wesley or Gunn saving some girl. Cordelia has not saved anyone's life of her own accord yet, although she has gotten diabolically pregnant and had to be rescued by Angel and Wesley, because the diabolical pregnancy involved mind-control. There was a second pregnancy episode early this season; Angel had to save her too.
The overwhelming--and frankly depressing, coming from Joss Whedon, who is usually good about this stuff--recurring theme of Big Strong Manly Men Save Helpless Damsels aside, Angel is actually a really good show. It has a nice balance of fights and explosions and car chases with silly stuff like demon karaoke, and continual mocking of Angel's stereotypical brooding and taciturnity and black-leather-coat-wearing (not like black leather coats are anything but totally awesome).
As for Charlaine Harris: More vamps, fewer werewhatevers, please.
I have kind of nothing exciting going on in terms of real life at the moment (as usual, but even more so). I don't have enough of a life left in Madison for anything particularly dramatic to happen while I'm home, which is just the way I like it, and frankly I'm not in a position to be overinvolved in whatever's happening in my Clark friend's personal lives either. I'm just trying to get practical shit done for myself.