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Jul. 24th, 2006 06:03 pmFor quite a while now I have been hating my job with a dedicated, focused, Grendelian hatred. For this and other reasons, over the last couple of months I have been sort of brainfried and thus it seemed the right time to fulfill a long-held promise to watch the entire Buffy corpus this summer. Yep, while the rest of my flist has been writing novels and works of scholarly nonfiction at an alarming rate, I have contributed to the greater sum of human knowledge by watching 7 seasons of a defunct TV show that took the town by storm a decade ago, made its mark, and faded from the scene. Go me.
I can see why my friends thought I'd love the angst and the hero torture; and indeed I did love the angst and the hero torture, and the humor and the subverting of myths and the games with language, and some other things. Two or three episodes were as good as Dennis Potter, which is to say, as good as anything I've ever seen on TV. There was lots I liked and quite a lot that made me want to perform a double ocular occlusion on myself with my thumbs. But it's odd to view pop-culture material after its Big Rush is over. I'm wondering who among youall is still talking about or watching the show, and what you think about it at this remove.
Meanwhile, the job? Still with the hating.
I can see why my friends thought I'd love the angst and the hero torture; and indeed I did love the angst and the hero torture, and the humor and the subverting of myths and the games with language, and some other things. Two or three episodes were as good as Dennis Potter, which is to say, as good as anything I've ever seen on TV. There was lots I liked and quite a lot that made me want to perform a double ocular occlusion on myself with my thumbs. But it's odd to view pop-culture material after its Big Rush is over. I'm wondering who among youall is still talking about or watching the show, and what you think about it at this remove.
Meanwhile, the job? Still with the hating.