Showing posts with label Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Show all posts

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Making someone's day

The last time I volunteered at Ford's Theater, I was working the outside line, meaning that I answer questions ("Where's the Spy Museum?") and make sure that everyone has the correct ticket. I noticed a guy's t-shirt as he walked into the lobby--"Rogue Demon Hunter." I looked at him and asked, "You hunt rogue demons?" He and his girlfriend stopped and looked at me. I was like, "Angel, right?" They grinned and said that I was the first person to get the reference. It was awesome.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

What do you get when you combine Joss Whedon, Neil Patrick Harris, and musicals? Awesomeness. Pure hilarity. I'm totally pumped for the next two acts. I'm just trying to figure out how Joss Whedon and Neil Patrick Harris met. I can't help but notice that the other two leads had appeared in previous Whedon shows. (Actually, now that I think about it, they were both in Season 7 of Buffy. Nathan Filian, of course, also did Firefly. It took me a second before I could place Felicia Day as one of the Potentials on Buffy that season.)

Anyway, you definitely should check it out. And do not miss the very end. Hee.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Kiss me...

I'm not a huge fan of public displays of affection. Holding hands can be cute, and the occasional hug is OK. Kissing? Well, a peck every now and then is fine. Obviously there are cases when more is more than that is totally acceptable (weddings, picking someone up at the airport), but in general, I don't want to see other people making out.

Except on tv or the movies. Then I love it. The other night I was watching something when two characters kissed and I got giddy. I've watched--multiple times--a montage of Veronica and Logan making out. After the season two finale of The Office, I went back and watched the big Jim-Pam kiss countless times. Thinking about the clothes fluke makes me smile. Watching the end of Bridget Jones's Diary, I yell at Bridget for shying away as Mark Darcy nuzzles her neck.

So...why? Maybe it's because I'm involved in the fictional relationships at a deeper level. After all, as a viewer, I get to see the major points of these relationships--the big moments. I'm certainly more invested in them than I am with a random couple on the Metro. Or maybe it's just that usually by the time the kiss happens, I'm nursing a crush on the guy and that watching the girl kiss him is a way to live vicariously.

It's probably a combination of the two. Plus, the people on tv and in the movies are generally prettier than the people I encounter in everyday life. That definitely makes it easier to take.