I've been kind of out-of-sorts this week. I had a talk with my mother about who I am that left me unsettled. I apologize if I'm weird or extra-quiet. It's not a lack of interest in what's going on.
Last night was good. I got my barbeque fix in for the week at Evie's. I ended up knowing so much more about Nsync than I ever really wanted to know. So much.
And oh! Saara and DJ made me watch Firefly. I usually hate westerns, but westerns set in space don't seem to offend. Instead, I have fallen in love with the show. I need more of it. Now. I'm sure many people don't understand my (and certain other friends of mine) obsession with the Whedonverse (or television in general, but that's another issue). It's just that Joss Whedon is such a genius. Most TV is corny and predictable, and while Buffy, Angel and Firefly don't exactly stray from the predictability, they're written so well that it doesn't even matter. It's like the discussion that came about after the second time I saw Eternal Sunshine. Every story has been told. You're not going to really come up with a new one. It's how well you tell it, how well you weave it, that matters. That's what makes good television and good movies what they are. Saara and I were discussing it last night and decided that one of the best things about Whedon's shows is that they're character-driven rather than plot-driven. The plots are incidental compared to the character arcs. That's why, though I love ST:TNG, you'll never hear me discussing the intricacies of Warf's character. I will, however, discuss Wesley's development over the last few seasons of Angel for hours.
BOOZE INTAKE, 4.29:
-1 Pabst
-Pass Out?: Nope
-Puke?: Thankfully, the two-year-old chicken didn't make me sick.
-Have regrettable making out?: Naw.