Still trying to get it to publish.

Testing. I seem to be having problems with my addr.com account. I wonder if it'll still let me publish through Blogger?

YES!!! I still feel like a total geek for having petitioned WB for this, but at least now I feel like a justified geek.

Go me!


No psycho slayer is going to get between you and your right to life. You're an ass-kicker, a charge taker, and if need be, a monster masher. You're level-headed in sticky situations, you trust yout instincts, and you're not afraid to get a little dirty while getting the job done. Simply put, you rock! But don't get carried away. Even though your little brother might act like a creep sometimes, you definately shouldn't be driving stakes through his heart!

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Went to help in my sister's class today. The little girl I talked about last week, who kept asking me to be her mommy, wasn't there because she had to be hospitalized last night. I don't know any details.

*SIGH*

I heard from Eleni tonight. I'm not going into detail, 'cause if she wants y'all to know stuff she'll reinstitute her blog and tell you herself. Just thought some of you might like to know that she's still around and seems to be doing quite well at the moment.

Which drink are you?

The Sam Jackson Soundboard

You'll want to use headphones if you play with this at work.

Um, I have no idea what an "interiview" is, either. That's supposed to say "review." Duh.

This is a good, positive interiview of "Dead Things," except for this paragraph, which makes me wonder if the interviewer was even watching the same show I was watching:

That's when the episode took it up a notch. Spike, sensing an opportunity to prove himself to Buffy, asked her to TRUST him, to let him take care of this, to make her problem go away. But Buffy, in a moment of heroic clarity, realized she must turn herself into the police. She told this to little sister Dawn, who has felt neglected by her never-around sister. Dawn asked Buffy not to go, but held back expressing another, more surprising feeling: relief. In finally re-taking responsibility for her life. Buffy became safe again for Dawn.

*SIGH* Even people who like this season as much as I do often just don't get it when it comes to Spike. He wasn't about proving himself to Buffy. He was all about protecting her, keeping her from throwing her life away over an accident, and more selfishly, about not wanting to lose her again. And he wasn't necessarily wrong in not wanting her to go to the police. There was a huge parallel between this episode and Season 3's "Consequences," in which Faith accidentally killed a human in the midst of slaying a bunch of vampires. Back then, even when thinking clearly, Buffy didn't necessarily think Faith should turn herself in, because it was an accident. Giles agreed, and said that these things happen sometimes, and when they do the Council of Watchers usually deals with it internally. I have no doubt that if Buffy had called Giles to ask what she should do, he would not have advised her to turn herself into the police. That she didn't call Giles speaks volumes about her state of mind. She wanted to be punished. Part of her still wants out of this life. Buffy didn't even consider what turning herself in would do to Dawn, who would most likely have ended up in foster care. Nor did she consider the consequences on the world that she's supposed to protect. Spike made a valid point when he pointed out how many lives she's saved. How could she continue to save lives if she were sitting in jail? Buffy was not thinking clearly, and Spike knew it, and he wasn't about to let her throw her life away, regardless of whether it was "the right thing to do."

Similarly, I sensed no relief from Dawn when Buffy told of her plans to turn herself in. She knew that Buffy wanted out. That Buffy would rather go to jail than have to take care of her. There was no sense of Buffy "finally re-taking responsibility for her life." It was the exact opposite. Buffy had an excuse to get out, and she was grabbing at it. Any breakthrough toward Buffy getting her act together came at the end, when she realized that she didn't come back wrong, and has nothing but herself on which to blame her recent behavior. Including her mistreatment of Spike, as well as her desire to be with him. Buffy realized in her confession to Tara that she now has to own not only her actions, but also her feelings. That was Buffy's moment of clarity, and hopefully it will prove to be the beginning of her healing process as well.

For Terrence:

BUFFY
So no research?
Nothing going on? Monsters or whatnot? (they shake their heads) Good! Good.
So did anybody... last night, did anybody um... burst into song?

Everyone
stops and stares at her, then comes to life in a flurry of agreement,
talking over each other in their excitement to share.

XANDER
Merciful
Zeus!

WILLOW
We thought it was just us!

GILES
Well, I sang but I had my
guitar at the hotel...

TARA
It was bizarre. We were talking and then it was
like-

BUFFY
Like you were in a musical!

GILES
That would explain the huge
backing orchestra I couldn't see and the synchronized dancing from the room
service chaps.

WILLOW
We did a whole duet about dish washing.

ANYA
And we
were arguing and then everything rhymed and there were harmonies and the
dance with coconuts.

WILLOW
There was an entire verse about the
cous-cous.

XANDER
It was very disturbing.

They must've rerun a really good Filler today over at Suck. My search referrals are flooded with queries about Heather Havrilesky.

O, would that I could be adored in that capacity. That's the level of web-celebdom to which I aspire. The folks over at TWoP can't hold a candle to the snark of Polly Esther.

By the by, if you're one of those morally cretinous serial killer apologists who likes their Spike with a side of heroism and thinks that Spike & Buffy are the shit, you're welcome to come play with the rest of us in my clubhouse.

Wow. It's Javert's blog, ladies and gentlemen. If, y'know, Javert were an overeducated woman who wrote slash fanfic.

Gah! I don't know what's scarier: The judgmental, merciless attitude towards fans o' Spike, or the fact that all this condemnation is aimed at people for enjoying a FICTIONAL CHARACTER?!

Get a grip, Sarah T, and get off your frickin' high horse.

Take the Which Breakfast Food Are You? Quiz.

You will marry CHRISTIAN (played by Ewan McGregor) from Moulin Rouge, live in a sparkling elephant at the Moulin Rouge, and spend your days righting wrongs and singing songs because all you need is love (and it helps that it's Ewan McGregregor you're living with ^_^).

What's YOUR M * A * S * H future?

The Methods professor, she has backed off. We didn't even have to say anything. I think somebody else dropped over the weekend, and maybe all the bitching we did to the Dean's assistant the other day got back to her, but when we got to class today she was all, "we're just gonna take our time and make sure you get this stuff and if that pushes the test back a week, that's no big." To which I say, Thank you God!

I'd had my mind all made up to drop the class. I was going to go straight from there to the Financial Aid desk and find out what my penalty would be for dropping below 12 hours, and I was going to get the drop form all ready to have my advisor sign tomorrow. Now it looks like I'll be able to keep the class and possibly even make a decent grade, and actually manage to find time to do the work for my other classes. How 'bout that? Maybe I'll even be able to squeeze in time every now and then to have some semblance of a life, too. Or to write fic. 'Cause sometimes living vicariously through the Buffy characters is more fun anyway. The sad thing is, I'm not joking. God, I need to get a boyfriend.

*Ahem*

Anyway, hey! My nephew's band was on the radio last night! Go Stacie! If you live in or around Tulsa, they're going to be playing at Uncle Bentley's on Feb. 20. The show starts at 8 PM. Go see them! They're really good!

New Angel tonight. I'm all kinds of spoiled for it, and I'm all kinds of giddy about it. Whee!

I'm working on a Spuffy mix CD to give out as party favors at the next DL get together, and I was sitting here trying to decide whether VAST's "Pretty When You Cry" applies more to Spike or Buffy. It's a toss-up, really. Sarah Michelle Gellar and James Marsters both have the uncanny ability to stay pretty even when they're sobbing their eyes out. Me, I'm scary when I cry. All red and puffy and snotty and squinty. I don' t know how they do it.

It's just another sign that Spike and Buffy are meant for each other.

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Helped out in my sister's class today. The kids wanted to play Monopoly Jr. "Oh, it goes a lot faster than regular Monopoly," sis said. "It'll be over in 20 minutes."

The first round took up the entire afternoon, natch.

Of course, these kids all have the attention span of a gnat, and I'm right there with them, so that could've had something to do with it.

I still need to write up my journal entries, and I need to check on the legalities of writing about these kids here. Should be okay if I change their names, I think.

One little girl -- I have no idea what her diagnosis is, but she's taking Clozapine, and that's some pretty serious stuff -- latched onto me as soon as I got there. Apparently her mother is pretty seriously ill, and she's currently in a foster home. She kept asking me if I'll be her mommy when her mommy dies. She kept stopping the game to tell me what she'd do for me if she was my little girl. I wish I was making this up, folks. It broke my heart.

*SIGH*

In other news, I finally closed out my credit union accounts today and moved my money to a local bank, so now I no longer have to commute 45 minutes just to cash a check. My new bank gave me a free took kit. It's really very nice. I've been needing my own tools. There are some wrenches and stuff in there that I'll probably never use as long as I live, but still, it's nice to know that they're there if I need them.

I think I'm going to cut my hair short. Or rather, get my hair cut short. And seeing as how this time it'll be on purpose, I'm hoping I won't cry when it happens. I'm also considering a blue streak. Or maybe purple. I figure, I don't have much longer to be in my twenties, and I'd better do some of this stuff while I'm still young enough to get away with it.

I'll be going nowhere this weekend. I have two papers to write, both of which I still need to read the material for, and I need to do the stats problems that I didn't finish the other day, because she said we can redo missed problems for extra credit. I'm not doing the assignment she told us to do Wednesday, though. I refuse to do problems over a chapter that hasn't even been taught to me yet.

I just remembered something else that bugs me about this professor. There's this woman in my class who has Cerebral Palsey. She was on one of my group projects last semester, so I've gotten pretty friendly with her. She's physically disabled, and it's difficult sometimes to understand what she says, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with this woman's mind. She's 42 years old, and is generally an A student. This professor talks to her like she's 5. It's so demeaning, and every time I witness it I'm so embarrassed for them both, for my friend because I know she's got to be humiliated, and for my professor because she comes across as an idiot. But she is being an idiot, so I've really very little sympathy for her. The last time we were in class we all told the prof that this woman is not retarded and that there's nothing wrong with her brain. She was like, "Oh, yeah, she's really sharp!" So then, stop treating her like she's retarded! Guh!

I'm done.