I feel slightly guilty for “owning up” to the fact that we watched yet another series in toto via Netflix.  I think “I can’t believe I spent so much time in front of the TV.  I should do something with my life!”

But Buffy was so cool.  It was imaginative television, Whedon and his crew took the audience seriously, took great risks in killing off important characters, weren’t afraid to blow up central ideas of the story, and went to some pretty dark places with the characters and the series.  There were some truly wonderful and scary moments (”the Gentlemen” from “Hush” scared the pants off of me…I still have nightmares).  And as my husband points out, even when it was sometimes a little bad, it was still pretty good.  I guess Buffy was like pizza and sex, as the only saw goes.

Mostly what these TV series watching projects are good for is to expand the repertoire of references by which the husband and I communicate.  We’re basically like Dennis Miller without the paranoia and with better shoes.  Not surprisingly, one of our favorite ST:TNG episodes is Darmok.  We basically sit around and quote stuff at each other.  It is often annoying, at best, for outsiders who don’t share our collective intertextual context.  But fun for us, so deal.  We may both be really big geeks, but at least our geekiness is compatible. :-)