In retrospect
Procrastination still has meaning in my life. I'm still eyeing another ugly one next week, which frankly isn't a big deal. Really, not in the least. The challenge now is putting the pieces back together and trying not to fall apart in the weeks ahead.
There's so much to do, and these days I've enjoyed doing absolutely nothing except bemoan the slow demise of Angel. I was forced to lie down on the couch for an entire day thanks in part to a debilitating migraine, so in that time I was reintroduced to Mal and Zoe and the misfit crew of Serenity. Yes, as fate would have it, a day or so afterwards it was announced that there would be a Firefly movie. It still won't make up for the fact that next fall will be the first time in eight years without a Joss Whedon show, without a well written show that does not treat its audience like idiots.
I did not intend this to be a rant, honest. I just want to recap a few things, but I suppose since I feel cheated by the WB and every other tv network lately, what can you expect. Remember Karen Sisco or Miracles.
I will be watching Wonderfalls since it promises to be smart and funny and tragic. After all, its by Tim Minnear. I won't be watching any more shows by the WB. Dark Shadows is not Angel and quite frankly I'm not interested in watching a stupid soap opera about vampires.
