Buffyverse Chronology

seriously... i wasn't kidding about how much i like making charts. like most ridiculous things i do, this started as a joke. but, after a couple of Buffy/Angel marathons with friends, it actually became a handy reference for all the flashbacks/flashforwards in the series.

yes, i'm compulsively dorky, but ive spared you all the whiny Buffy. skip ahead to Fool for Love (Buffy s5e07) and thank me later.

i'm nothing if not servicey.




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making my point. my POWER point.

i've always said that i am a visual person. and i've always known myself to be...fact-oriented (read: anal retentive). hence the whole librarian thing, you know? i'm sure if i were in an interview i would highlight these things about myself. of course, i'd probably leave out the fact that i like to chart the details of my personal life in powerpoints. seems a bit weirdo-creepy-loner, non? undecided? observe:

in which i powerpoint my friend

so there you have it. i bet you feel like you know lucy a little better now, don't you? you probably know me better now, too.

i was a teenage alien

you ever go to the library and check out more books than you have time for? i do. all the time. if books were food you might say my eyes are bigger than my stomach. but i just can't help it. i can't resist the siren call of brightly colored ya in crinkly library cellophane.

that said, i took out I Am Number Four a month ago and didn't devour it on time. it didn't seem like much of a loss then, but i should have realized my mistake - my copy couldn't be renewed because of the dozens of people on the wait list. my suspicion is that things this high in demand must be good. um, i know i've been wrong with that line of thinking before (ahem, twilight, ahem) but i'm still gonna go with the thought.

i'm intrigued because the story centers on a teen alien on the run. and, let's face it, my teenage soul has felt more than a little empty since Roswell went off the air (note: telling people you watched the show for guest appearances of the ever-hip rock n' roller john doe does not get you any cool points. it only confuses fellow geeks). but i've stayed away because this sounds suspiciously like the plot of twinklevamp typer's (Ms. Meyer) The Host (a much better story than the one that made her famous, but not something i'd care to read again).

but, hey, i'm lazy and have let the internet settle the to-read-or-not-to-read debate. and guess what? that was a good decision! the trailer for I Am Number Four has got some pizazz! it's also got Glee's Dianna Agron. not too shabby, not too shabby at all. the only thing that might make this better is if she gets a doo-wop/hip-hop mash up to sing between moments of extra-terrestrial terror.

blast from the past

long time no type. my apologies. it's been a busy few months here full of plenty of tv on dvd (the wire!), ya reads (5 in one week!) and christmas club 2010. but, you have my undivided attention now. and, hopefully, i've got yours. because, just as i've returned from a long hiatus so have a few friends of mine. dear readers, let me re-introduce you to eric balfour and donald faison, whom you may remember from, you know, the 90's.



now, if the trailer is supposed to be the best 2 minutes of the feature then... i just feel bad for these boys. they've put in their dues (adult braces? **can't hardly wait's hippie dude #1?), seen success and now...they're just paying the rent. but hey, who am i to rain on their alien parade.

**what are the chances of another 90's teen star vehicle? cant facinelli take a break from being papa sparklepants and join the crew for one more go around? and here's a terrifying thought, if they updated can't hardly wait, i'd have no idea who anyone was.