Mary Month Of May
May. 31st, 2011 02:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eumeliaYesterday I had a geekgasm.
Beyond finally watching the horrible ickiness that was last weekend's Doctor Who episode (I want to burn it with FIRE, for so many reasons), which was the low point of my evening I'm glad to say, I got presents in the mail.
I've finally joined the over flowing band wagon and have bought shirts from Threadless, the first two of my order arrived and as I sit here in the Library, I am wearing one of them.
My geekiness is apparent for everyone to behold.
But also, my copy of Whedonistas has finally arrived.
I started reading it and I've been chocked up since then. I'm half way through and I can't begin to describe how much I both agree and disagree with all that's being written.
I feel as though I'm reading about me. A me that never was. I'm looking forward to reading the whole thing, because I have finally, after years of scrounging the money, asking siblings and friends to buy me the DVD's of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel, got all seven seasons of Buffy and all five seasons of Angel.
And I may have finally reached a point in my life, where I will be able to watch the entire show, from beginning to end, without pause, without an episode missing (it took me two years to "What's My Line" Part 2, our fucking VHS could never be trusted AND that video was taped over without my knowledge! Yes, I'm still bitter!) and with knowledge that this is an older friend, a mentor that enabled me to become who I am and who I am going to be.
And maybe understand why the fact that I followed in Willow's footsteps didn't enable me to identify with her as much as I probably should have.
But now, I'm in the Library and the smell of dust, must and decimals permeates. Yes, they are smelly and no, I don't speak Latin next to them (not that's they'd understand it anyway).
Beyond finally watching the horrible ickiness that was last weekend's Doctor Who episode (I want to burn it with FIRE, for so many reasons), which was the low point of my evening I'm glad to say, I got presents in the mail.
I've finally joined the over flowing band wagon and have bought shirts from Threadless, the first two of my order arrived and as I sit here in the Library, I am wearing one of them.
My geekiness is apparent for everyone to behold.
But also, my copy of Whedonistas has finally arrived.
I started reading it and I've been chocked up since then. I'm half way through and I can't begin to describe how much I both agree and disagree with all that's being written.
I feel as though I'm reading about me. A me that never was. I'm looking forward to reading the whole thing, because I have finally, after years of scrounging the money, asking siblings and friends to buy me the DVD's of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel, got all seven seasons of Buffy and all five seasons of Angel.
And I may have finally reached a point in my life, where I will be able to watch the entire show, from beginning to end, without pause, without an episode missing (it took me two years to "What's My Line" Part 2, our fucking VHS could never be trusted AND that video was taped over without my knowledge! Yes, I'm still bitter!) and with knowledge that this is an older friend, a mentor that enabled me to become who I am and who I am going to be.
And maybe understand why the fact that I followed in Willow's footsteps didn't enable me to identify with her as much as I probably should have.
But now, I'm in the Library and the smell of dust, must and decimals permeates. Yes, they are smelly and no, I don't speak Latin next to them (not that's they'd understand it anyway).
