Sigh. Watched Chosen last night.
I've been getting all nostalgic, remembering the beginning. For me, it was the movie. Actually, an ad for the movie. Pike and Buffy are dancing, and he says "You aren't like other girls," and she answers "Yes, I am." It's a sad, poignant moment, and it got me. I watched the movie. I got excited when I found out about the series, especially, since it was going to star Kendall from All My Children. I faithfully taped my snowy broadcasts out of Sacramento - watching the first season on DVD was quite a revelation of detail for me. I made my boyfriend watch, until he started insisting on it himself. I bought two VCR's so I didn't have to choose between Buffy and my other TV addictions. I named my feral porch cat Patches. I screamed when the Breeders played the theme song to open their show. I eventually found the Buffistas, where I am like other girls.
And now it's all history. The text is complete. I'm back at the sad moment, dancing in the dark. But Buffy left me with a smile. What
are
we going to do now?
Gorgeous post. A perfect note to close the Last Buffy thread.
What are we going to do now?
Well, as for me, although it's no "Buffy," I'm going to enjoy watching "Firefly" for many years. Oh, damn.
DCJ - you're killin' me, man.
Also? The only reason I caught the ep (it was a weird travel day that involved being at my mother's house for the evening, so Tuesday? Huh? Where am I?) is that my mother was flipping through the channels (I wasn't watching) and ran across it (post cookie dough/Angel) and said, "Now, isn't this that show you like so much? Isn't she that girl? Don't you want to watch this?"
What a mom. She even laughed at the Faith/Wood scene during the "I'm way prettier than you," and the "... you were [thumbs up] enthused ...," which, you know, she's not a prude or anything by a long shot, but she was born in 1928, so unmarrieds talking about their casual sexual encounters? Not her usual form of entertainment. Go, Mom! Go, Buffy!
What are we going to do now?
I think you mean:
WHERE DO WE GO...FROM HERE?
Okay, Ken broke me.
Now I'm in trouble.
Or my work here is done.
Or bedtime calls.
I think the last - goodnight all!
WHERE DO WE GO...FROM HERE?
No kidding - I sang this last night after Dawn asked.