I think that was like, the best Buffy episode in ages. Since um... the Anya origin episode? I dunno. Jane Espenson has her finger on the pulse, I tell you.
Afterwards I attempted to watch The Fountainhead but it was just too painful. The simple caricatures of people were that much worse on the 1949 Silver Screen. I was laughing my ass off the entire hour I could stand it.
And then LJ was down and I was down, so I conned Steve into going out. We just went to one of those bars we rarely go to, because we're bar snobs, and the Ballroom makes the Contour look classy, but there actually were at least two people worth hitting on (each, not total). Unfortunately we had neglected to shower before going out, so we just stayed still, moping and drinking. I proposed a few evil plans but of course they weren't going to happen. I'm not sure if it's because we're not really evil, or because we're really lazy.
Afterwards I attempted to watch The Fountainhead but it was just too painful. The simple caricatures of people were that much worse on the 1949 Silver Screen. I was laughing my ass off the entire hour I could stand it.
And then LJ was down and I was down, so I conned Steve into going out. We just went to one of those bars we rarely go to, because we're bar snobs, and the Ballroom makes the Contour look classy, but there actually were at least two people worth hitting on (each, not total). Unfortunately we had neglected to shower before going out, so we just stayed still, moping and drinking. I proposed a few evil plans but of course they weren't going to happen. I'm not sure if it's because we're not really evil, or because we're really lazy.