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May. 13th, 2003 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katallisonSometimes I like to watch TV with imaginary-Methos sitting by my side, swilling beer. As, for instance, with tonight's Buffy...
...when I can only imagine that Methos would be flinging empty beer cans at the screen and yelling, "For the love of GOD, woman, forget the snogging with your ex, when you've got the bad guy down make sure he STAYS down! Separate his head from his neck, or his entrails from his abdominal cavity, or SOMETHING!" Of course, earlier in the episode, he would have been muttering that Buffy could have, whilst trotting up the stairs to rescue her pals, taken a swipe (with the axe she so conveniently had in her hands) at the cervical region of Caleb (who was so conveniently just *standing* there with his back to her).
And I would chime in about how for the past several episodes I've been waving my arms at the TV and yelling, "Rocket launcher! Hey, maybe it'd work on him, maybe it wouldn't, but it did the job on the freakin' *Judge*, right? Maybe it'd be worth a try, hah? Instead of getting your pert little ASS kicked around the room over and over??"
And then we'd have a few more drinks and get cranky about when the HELL did Spike join the cast of Dawson's Creek anyway, hah?
I mean, OK, I wasn't thrilled with the episode, I've been mostly unthrilled with this season, but I can forgive a lot--excessive speechiness, a great deal of telling-not-showing, my increasingly uneasy sense that we will never be given any explanation for pod-Giles--but *man*, I hate it when ostensibly intelligent characters act like idiots for no reason other than to ratchet up the suspense-factor. There's no good reason for not only Buffy but everyone associated with her to lose all grasp of elementary strategy-and-tactics at this point.
Ah well. At least we finally got the backstory on poor Miss Kitty Fantastico. ::sigh::
...when I can only imagine that Methos would be flinging empty beer cans at the screen and yelling, "For the love of GOD, woman, forget the snogging with your ex, when you've got the bad guy down make sure he STAYS down! Separate his head from his neck, or his entrails from his abdominal cavity, or SOMETHING!" Of course, earlier in the episode, he would have been muttering that Buffy could have, whilst trotting up the stairs to rescue her pals, taken a swipe (with the axe she so conveniently had in her hands) at the cervical region of Caleb (who was so conveniently just *standing* there with his back to her).
And I would chime in about how for the past several episodes I've been waving my arms at the TV and yelling, "Rocket launcher! Hey, maybe it'd work on him, maybe it wouldn't, but it did the job on the freakin' *Judge*, right? Maybe it'd be worth a try, hah? Instead of getting your pert little ASS kicked around the room over and over??"
And then we'd have a few more drinks and get cranky about when the HELL did Spike join the cast of Dawson's Creek anyway, hah?
I mean, OK, I wasn't thrilled with the episode, I've been mostly unthrilled with this season, but I can forgive a lot--excessive speechiness, a great deal of telling-not-showing, my increasingly uneasy sense that we will never be given any explanation for pod-Giles--but *man*, I hate it when ostensibly intelligent characters act like idiots for no reason other than to ratchet up the suspense-factor. There's no good reason for not only Buffy but everyone associated with her to lose all grasp of elementary strategy-and-tactics at this point.
Ah well. At least we finally got the backstory on poor Miss Kitty Fantastico. ::sigh::
Watching Buffy with Methos...(from SF nancy)
Date: 2003-05-17 05:18 pm (UTC)Kat and Methos watch Spike! LOL! What an image! I just wish you and Dargie were still writing HL because what a great Buffy/HL crossover that would make.
sorry about the mattress - If I had been there, the saleswoman would have been missing a body part. I do purchasing for my department and when I go to buy something, I am in control, not them. But then, sometimes, I'm not known for my sweetness and light!
namaste SF Nancy