"I hate L.A. All they do is snort coke and talk."

Spent the evening at home - bad weather and me all Ebola-ed (or with the cold...whatever) completely justified the pulling of a William Randolph Hearst and going into seclusion on a Saturday night. Right, not so much with the seclusion - you've gotta be, like, alone for that - but it's been sweet spending the whole day inside with the snow and the rain and the coughing and sneezing going on.

Caught up with the latest episodes of Buffy, Angel, and 24 tonight - something I try to do every weekend - and while the latter has been consistently losing it since the Big One (if you've followed it, you know what I'm talking about), B&A are picking up speed heading into their final lap. Angel especially went kabloom tonight - it was the bomb - with a denoument straight out of a fanboy's dreams. Epic, killer, and all rule-y. I was all with the glee. (Yeah, I own up to geeking out once in a while. Hey, I deserve it.) Buffy went twisty too, heading down an unexpected offramp, and the headlights are definitely reflecting off the big "The End" sign at the end of an increasingly dark tunnel. It's good. Dark, but good. Both looking forward to and dreading that final episode. I've been watching the show since season one, and it's been an inspiration. It sounds corny, but I've learned a lot about story, dialogue, and character from watching the Slayer (and Joss Whedon) do her (his) thing. Funny thing is, you can sense - and see - a lot of that in the first Journey. We'd just started production on the game when Buffy began her vampire staking, and while TLJ owes more to Neil Gaiman and a number of other literary and cinematic sources, there's definitely a pinch of the post-modern irony in April Ryan, heavily inspired by what was, back then, a truly groundbreaking television show. You can see Buffy's influences more clearly now, in most of the genre shows aimed at that all-important 18-30 demographic - hell, even most of the non-genre shows. Writers everywhere have learned a lot from watching seven seasons of slayage. It may not be something everyone admits to watching, and loving, but the fans are everywhere, all around you.

And in a few short weeks it'll be over. I'll be sad to see it go, but I'm also happy that they're calling it quits while it's still on top of its game. And, hey, we still got Angel to keep the Buffyverse alive. Maybe. It hasn't yet been renewed - but my fingers are making a big X.

I just learned that Aaron Sorkin is quitting The West Wing after season four. I'm all TV'ed out now, but I'll definitely write a comment about that some other day. See how I'm all with the writers and stuff? Gotta stick with my boys, y'know. My colours. Or 'colors'.

Neighbours are going seismic with the adult contemporary now. Guess it's time for me to strike back with the force of the Yamaha. There are some loud movies I've been meaning to see...  ¶ 22:56