I was up late -- getting a filthy cold and couldn't sleep. And what are the times that appear on the top of the posts -- I can't figure it out. Is it Californian time? So I have to add on 3 and multiply by the number I first thought of to find out what time I'm at?

But they could put on a show called Kennedy the Lesbian Potential Vampire Slayer and I would totally watch it.

Heh. Especially if she got to use the tongue ring...

No advice on converting New Zealand time to Pacific (but yes, it's california time)

New Zealand is 14 hours ahead of Eastern Time, so it's 17 hours ahead Pacific Time.

It's now Sat Jun 14 09:01 NZST in Auckland.

[edited so I don't look totally math-impaired]

[edited yet again, because the answer is more complicated. When we turn our clocks ahead, they turn theirs back, so in the summer, NZ is 16 hours ahead of Eastern Time, and 19 hours ahead of Pacific time]

Vi should have been the gay one. Just sayin'.

I feel the need for some fannish solidarity when there are things guaranteed to get a non-contentious reaction, like the collective groaning about Wesley's stupid 'Let's bring back Angelus!' plan

See, I've managed to convince myself that he and Fred had been hitting the brownies pretty hard, which explains both the plan AND their reaction to the sun going away.

I'd see Wesley as the type to put his pot in scones served with clotted cream. And of course he'd have to correct Fred's pronounciation, "It's not scohnes, you bespectacled bint, it's scahns. Rhymes with mons." To which Fred would laugh, "Heh heh, you said mons. Heh. Hey, if we release Angelus, he could get us funyuns and shit." "Brilliant!"

I'd see Wesley as the type to put his pot in scones served with clotted cream. And of course he'd have to correct Fred's pronounciation, "It's not scohnes, you bespectacled bint, it's scahns. Rhymes with mons." To which Fred would laugh, "Heh heh, you said mons. Heh. Hey, if we release Angelus, he could get us funyuns and shit." "Brilliant!"

See, I think Fred didn't mention what was in the brownies, and he never thought to ask.

And that they had a massive case of the munchies when all the brownies were done, only to find the only snacks in the house were Angel's pints of blood, so when they headed out, they were hungry and pissed at the hairloaf.

I like the fact that in series 7, everyone dresses much more normally, like poor-ish students and fast-food workers (mind you -- do any of them do anything apart from hang out at chez Summers), instead of the ludicrous fashions Buffy and Willow and Anya used to parade.

On the other hand, the whole look of the show is so drab this year. The Magic Shop was a great setting -- all muted and jewel-like and glowing, and Spike's crypt was candle-lit and mysterious. Now it's non-stop brown and beige of the Summers interior decor. Heaps of people just hanging round in side, stewing in a bored fear-sweat.

The Summers hallway and landing are OK though -- adored the sad little scene when Buffy in her beautiful camisole bumps into Spike and he's doing his absolute damndest to talk to her without really looking at her body. And he used to be one big walking leer.

And the Summers front door has become such a familiar touch-base thing for me (along with Buffy out slaying in the local cemetries) -- when the camera moves in past that big tree and you see those three little windows that step up across the wooden door -- well, I know I'm home.

when the camera moves in past that big tree and you see those three little windows that step up across the wooden door -- well, I know I'm home.

That was a lovely way to say that.

Oh, what the hell. Slut.

But, yeah. Door=home.

See, I've managed to convince myself that he and Fred had been hitting the brownies pretty hard, which explains both the plan AND their reaction to the sun going away.

As much as it was a studenously dumb idea, though, it was the only idea they had, so I can cut Wesley a little slack, while finding the whole thing superfically amusing. It sounds weird, but sometimes I like watching people make dumb decisions, at least in the ME-verse, because they usually pay for it.

Then again, I've loved all this season so much (though I think being spoiled-rotten to my very core as being helpful in not hating some things. Like Cordy, for example) that they could have declared that they were bringing Angelus back because they'd been missing his bashful charm and I wouldn't have been too upset.