Drusilla accompanied by a gagged Miss Edith, in good spirits with her floral party arrangement just before her complete flower-shredding breakdown.
Unlucky number thirteen for Buffy. Surprise is full of surprises:
- for Buffy (a sparsely attended surprise party at The Bronze – and later unplanned sex!)
- for Spike (a better attended celebration in the abandoned factory with a special gift of an unassembled über-demon)
- for Miss Carpenter (an unwelcome visit from her curse-ranting Uncle Enios)
- for Willow (an invitation to date from Oz)
- and of course, for Angel and the audience (the return of Angelus).
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Drusilla’s trance-dance performed for Angel in light bondage.
Last week’s part one big build-up bursts all over in the second half of What’s My Line, and I’ve got jets of praise to shoot! Read the rest of this entry »
Swirls of teen jealousy amidst philosophical and ethical questions about death and dying, as well as a quandary at the intersection between soul and being. Read the rest of this entry »
Spike crows about how he likes tools!
Now it’s on! Season two kicked off with When She Was Bad, featuring some summertime character development for Buffy while harking back to the finale of s1. Next came Some Assembly Required, which hews closer to the monster-of-the-week formula, marking a holding place in the series. The third episode, School Hard, makes a hard left in a new direction and casts a dismissive eye at s1’s leftover villain, The Anointed One, who finally meets his just end Read the rest of this entry »
Actually they don’t just come out at night. They are out all over the damn place. What is with all the jackets? At some point I will have to do some serious work on the jacket issue. I have already spent too much searching for images which apparently do not exist. I could really use Read the rest of this entry »
Why am I so irritated with the fourth season of the series Damages, the legal drama starring a Rasputinesque, Machiavellian Glenn Close as ruthless attorney Patty Hewes, and a lovely, doe-eyed, not-as-guileless-as-she looks Rose Byrne, on whom I Read the rest of this entry »