Buffy Rebooted Without Joss Whedon

Okay, no. Just… no. The show hasn't been dead long enough for a reboot. Plus the fact that it doesn't need a reboot. Joss pretty much covered everything in the series. SMG left and the show ended simply because everyone knew that there wasn't a whole lot more they could do with the characters and the world.

I've always been a big Buffy fangirl and sometimes I do miss having the Scooby Gang on my screen. But this isn't a show you can reboot. You can't make it fresher, you can't change the mythos and you can't alter the dynamics in subtle ways the way you can with comic book films. Do you know why? Because the formula worked and despite the fact that it's no longer on our screens, it's still working. The show isn't outdated enough to start anew.

On the other hand, if Warner had announced that they were doing a film or miniseries of Fray and Joss Whedon was involved, I would totally be there. Because how cool would that be? And I don't think anyone would mind a guest appearance by Buffy in that regard. And future!Willow? Awesome!

Maybe they should make a film out of season 8. Ha. Oh, Lord. Could you imagine?
I had a dream about Mason from Vampire Diaries last night. Bizarre. We were hanging out on the roof of some mall-type building, sprawled on blankets and snoozing beneath the covers. It was a very warm and squishy dream (I mean that in a purely platonic, non-dirty way), and I woke up about 6.30am with a craving for lemonade. Huh.

Speaking of Vampire Dairies )

Is it bad that I’ve stopped caring about Supernatural? I mean, if this is really the last season, I’ll watch it, just because I started the journey and I’ll finish it, you know? But I don’t actually care. The only thing I actually really liked about this week’s episode was Sam finally admitting that he’s not actually Sam and he doesn’t actually care. Like, I know they could go pretty dark with that, and knowing this show they will. But they can also make it kinda funny. Like Sam teasing the skinwalker. It has it’s merits, and it also means that the Sam we know, the Sam that’s done a lot of growing up in the past five-or-so years, isn’t actually gone for real.

But right now, show, you are boring.

I’m re-watching Battlestar Galactica again. Just because.

I've been on a Jake Gyllenhaal movie marathon this past couple of weeks. )

A few months ago I decided that since I was turning 25 this year, it really was about time I learned how to drive. I never felt it was necessary when I was at uni. The city I lived in, being a student city, had enough buses and trains running for me to get around pretty easily.

Now I’m finding I’m getting itchy for my own set of wheels. Which I have. Yeah, I’m only half way through my driving lessons (they’re going well, thanks for asking) but I have a car! An Inbetweeners car (apparently). It was officially christened Tez on Saturday (short for Terry, as in Terry’s Chocolate Orange, because though the colour is more of a yellow-gold, my car looks like it’s been Tango’d in the dark). When it pisses me off, which I’m sure it will, it will be called Terence.
You know, it aggravates me like hell that good, solid shows like Caprica are getting cancelled left, right and centre, while complete and utter trash like Smallville and One Tree Hill are constantly renewed season after season, despite the fact that they’re clearly way past their prime.

It’s annoying that shows are given barely enough time to draw in an audience. Guess what, networks? We don’t always jump on the bandwagon for a show from the very first episode. It takes time. Word of mouth is a powerful thing, but by the time it gets around, a show has already been cancelled.

I only mention this because I’m starting to feel that it’s not worth my time or energy to get into a new show anymore. What’s the point of becoming invested when the chances of that show being cancelled are higher than they were five years ago?

I get that bubblegum shows will always be around because they’re easy and they pull in a guaranteed demographic. Hell, I’m one of those people who still watches Supernatural even though it’s clearly past it’s prime.

I like Caprica,. It’s not the big adventure that Battlestar Galactica was, but it’s a solid, well-written, imaginative and beautifully-created little gem. I was invested from the first episode and now it’s unlikely that my investment is going to pay off. If they do manage to find enough time to wrap it up, I doubt the story will be everything it was supposed to be. Which makes me wary of investing in the first place.

Shows have always been cancelled, whether before their prime or after. But lately it seems like more and more of the higher quality shows out there are getting axed in favour of the sickly sweet, superficial crap that relies heavily on the pretty and not much else.

God, even Buffy in its final throes was far superior to the utter tosh that’s out there right now. And now it’s getting me wondering if more and more people are going to start feeling the same as me in this regard.

Will people start doing what I have? I wait until shows have been on a season or two, or have finished altogether, before I get into them now.

Will some of us start giving up on the new shows because it’s simply not worth our time anymore?

Or will people still continue to watch whatever the networks throw at us, in the hopes that the ones we like will stick?

You know, if someone had said to me ten years ago, when Buffywas in its prime, that Joss Whedon would one day have not one, but two of his shows cancelled, I’d have laughed at the thought. It’s true, Dollhouse was not what it could have been, and it was also kind of disturbing on a very high level, but Firefly was fun and new and funny.

Not that I think certain creators should be allowed to throw what they want out there and have it aired indefinitely simply because they had a hit show. It just seems that no one is safe anymore, even those who have a reputation for creating high quality shows.

Le sigh. I don’t know. I guess it’s just the story-lover in me. I’m a book girl, you know? That means my stories have a beginning, a middle and an end. I know that when I pick up a book, the whole story is there in my hands, and nobody can rip it away prematurely. So when I find myself investing in a story that plays out on TV, I know that it might take longer to get to the end of it, but I still watch it under the assumption that that story will be told in its entirety. When I’m told that, actually, wait, this story we’re telling you, we’re not sharing that with you anymore, I feel like I’ve wasted my time. If this was an actual author who had done this with an actual book, you can be damn sure that I wouldn’t buy anymore of their work.

Shows are different. The creators don’t have control of how much of their story they’re allowed to share, so refusing to watch anything that they produce is cutting my nose off to spite my face. But to be quite frank, I’m getting quite bored of the whole process, and I think we’re all now familiar with the constant cycle of excitement and disappointment.

On saying that, I’ve found myself re-watching a show I gave up on quite a few years ago. Smallville was never a masterpiece and it never will be, but it took me a while to realise that I was watching it out of habit more than anything. That, and the geek in me couldn’t resist the comic book references.

I stopped watching when Lois started taking centre stage more and more, mostly because the Chloe fangirl in me couldn’t let go of the fact that Chloe clearly made a better Lois than Lois did. So yeah, I gave up that trash a few years ago.

And then I heard about Chloe and Oliver, and the Chloe-and-Oliver of it all, and my brain screamed, “FINALLY!” And so I skimmed across season 7 and season 8 (I mean serious skimming; most of this show is made up of people talking about absolutely nothing or repeating plot points over and over again, so I was able to piece together the story of the last two seasons from one or two scenes from each episode). Then I settled down for season 9 and… you know what, this show is still BAD, but I found it actually had a few decent episodes buried in there.

And it’s hard for me to admit this, but they actually handled the whole Chloe/Ollie thing exceptionally well. Their scenes were short and sweet, but always insightful, and yeah, maybe I’m biased because I’ve wanted these two together since -- God, when did I write I’m Okay With That? Years ago, people. Years.

Now watching season 10 is, like, a chore again, but I’m holding out because it’s the last season and Chloe is totally coming back, and I will forgive this show a lot of things if they let Chloe/Ollie end on a high note. Yeah, I know it’s not canon, alright? But they don’t have to make space for Dinah just yet, you know? There’s time for Chloe and Oliver to just be awesome for the rest of the show and then people can do what they like with that pairing when it’s all done and finished.

Needless to say I’ve been on a fanfic binge the last few days and I’m even thinking about… wait for it… WRITING FIC! My God, it’s been a while. A long, long while. Even longer since I’ve written Smallville fic. But dude, I’ve wanted Chloe to be an official part of the JLA for so long, wanted for her to be recognised for her pure awesomeness, and part of the reason I originally ‘shipped Chloe and Oliver so hard in the beginning was because Ollie was one of the first to recognise just how kickass she is.

In my little world, Chloe grows up to become a mentor to Barbara Gordon when she becomes Oracle. I’ve had that in my head ever since the Watchtower storyline started to grow. And if I had any skill for writing adventure fics, I would totally write about Chloe teaching Barbara the ropes while they both kick evil ass. You know I’d do it!

God, it’s been so long since I’ve had fanfic plot bunnies. I’ve been writing mostly original stuff (again, not ready to share just yet!) and it’s been frustrating sometimes, trying to round out my characters. I think working with some old favourites will be a nice break from that.

And that’s really all I have to share with you all today.
This journal has been so much about my personal life these days, I thought I’d get back to the basics. I used to write reviews all the time, post fanfic and memes, and comment on fandoms. I don’t seem to be doing that anymore, partly because I’m not as involved in fandom as I used to be. I haven’t written fanfic in a very long time because nothing seems to be inspiring me lately. I’ve shifted more towards original works, which I’m not currently ready to share yet.

So let’s get back to reviews. They’re not as eloquent as a lot of reviews out there, mostly because I just tend to spew random thoughts out and hope they make sense. But I still want to get back to doing it, so here are a few thoughts on the books I’ve been reading lately.

Adrian Phoenix: Beneath the Skin )

Nalini Singh: The Guild Hunter Series )

Nalini Singh: The Psy-Changeling Series )

Devon Monk: The Allie Beckstrom Series )

Molly Harper: Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs )

Liz Carlyle )

Jennifer Rardin: Once Bitten, Twice Shy )

New Books

Aug. 4th, 2010 09:30 am
I haven't read a good book in a while. I mean one of those books that you devour in one sitting because they're just so goddamn good. And I really need something new. I've re-read my entire bookshelf in the last month and now I'm getting antsy!

Oh, and as you can probably tell by this entry, I'm not dead!
I'm finally writing again and though I'm thoroughly enjoying it, I think I'm in need of a little guidance. The story thus far is a little aimless, though I know the general direction I want to take it in.

Would anybody do me the pleasure of betaing this for me? I'm looking for some strong constructive criticism if anyone would be happy to help :)
I fell across this over at [personal profile] fyrdrakken's journal: Citizens of the Poconos, unite against slutty teen rape victims!

And I'm crying. I'm crying because sometimes it feels like the fight for women to be treated as human fucking beings seems like a losing battle. It doesn't even make me angry anymore. It makes me unbearably sad.

I read an article in the local paper today about how a mother's baby had been burned when a waitress accidently spilt some food in a pub. And you know who got blamed for it? The mother, for daring to leave the home, for daring to take a child into a family restaurant that also happened to be a pub.

I just... cannot handle this today. You know what, I don't hate men as a rule, but fuck those who made it this way. Fuck the men AND the women who support it.

You know what, I'm going to be goddamn sexist here and I'm going to say it... women are better than you. They are. They are stronger and sharper and they make this place beautiful. It would be ugly without us, and you try to make us ugly because you know what? If we wanted, we could rule the fucking world. We could squash you like a bug. And that's why you divide us. Because we are dangerous and you fucking know it.

Yeah, maybe I am a little angry. Angry and crying because some days it's tiring to be a woman.
I had a very lazy weekend this week. I got very, very drunk on Friday with Kirsty and we discussed Many Important Things.

I saw Martyn for the first time in two months. I say "saw", but I don't think in my intoxicated state that I really comprehended that it was him. I remember a friend giving me a piggy back ride to Flares because I kept losing my shoe and Martyn was outside the front doors telling us that they'd closed early. And that was it.

On Saturday I went to see my friend Jess who's just had her first sproglet. Oh my God, she's adorable! I'm not a baby person, but me and mum went baby clothes shopping and I decided I want a sprog just so I can dress it up. But then mum pointed out that that's not a valid reason to have a kid. Sigh.

Anyway, Jess was all glowing and smiling (I didn't think it was possible for her to look even happier than she normally does, 'cause that woman is permanently smiling all the damn time!) and then she gave Charlotte over to me to hold and there's a picture of me somewhere looking petrified and awkward. And I look at my wee baby face in that photo and I think to myself... God, totally not ready for that at all. Not even a little bit. The lady in the shop said I had maybe ten or so years to discover my inner mum before my clock started ticking, which, you know, THANKS.

I spent the rest of my weekend watching The Plan, Caprica and Mad Men. So lazy!

Anyway, thoughts on The Plan. )

God, I miss the show so much. It turns me into a big mushy mess. I'm finding Caprica fascinating; the story is solid, the ideas are wacky and intriguing. But it's just not filling the gap. It's not making me feel warm and comfortable, like I'm sharing my time with people I know and love. Maybe it's too early for that.

Either way, my thoughts of Caprica thus far. )

As for Mad Men, all I can say is this. )
I completely forgot to mention the 30 Seconds to Mars gig!

30 Seconds to Mars Do Nottingham. )
Despite the fact that season four of Battlestar Galactica is a little bit of a mess, it's still the season that makes me cry the hardest. Really. I've been a blubbering mess this whole week. Mum keeps wondering why I'm constantly leaking and and whimpering at the screen, "Oh, Kara/Sam/Bill/Laura/whoever happens to be pulling at my heart strings right at that moment."

The mutiny is around the time that I start permanently dribbling out of my eyeballs. Oh, Sam. What they did to you totally makes sense, but it doesn't mean I have to like it! I've saved the last two episodes so I can watch them tonight. It doesn't help that I already know what happens because dammit, I can't stop leaking.

I'm going to watch The Plan afterwards (finally). More Sam! Weeee!

I've watched the first episode of Caprica and I admit, I'm a little intrigued. I think I need to watch a few more to decide if it's for me, though. I'm not completely sold yet.

You may be wondering why I've spent the last few weeks re-watching Battlestar Galactica. Well, it's my own personal blackmail. I'm trying hard to save on my finances, which means spending less time in places that steal away my money (e.g. the pub) and more time in places that don't steal my money (e.g. my house, friends' houses).

It also means no buying new dresses (!), no buying drinks for every Tom, Dick and Harry in the bar, and no frivolous purchases that I just don't need.

My self-restraint, however, is poor. Someone says pub or invites me out or suggests we go away for the weekend, I'm totally there. I therefore need to constantly bribe myself to stay in with good TV and good books. My social life has been narrowed down to Burlesque on Wednesdays, one night out on the weekends, and visiting those friends that will lead me not into temptation.

Le sigh. I need more good shows and more good books if I'm going to keep this up.
I finished re-reading the fourth Fever book the other day and I must admit I'm still having trouble trying to figure out exactly how I should feel about the events that take place in the first part.

Cut for discussions of rape. Also includes major plot spoilers for the whole series. )
I'm loving Castle at the moment. I don't care about the murder mysteries. I watch it purely for the awesomeness that is the Castle family.

I'm still writing. It's coming in fits and spurts but it's coming. I'm not writing as much as I should be because I'm currently in one of my book junkie moods. I'm devouring my way through one or two books a day.

I've finally got around to reading Karen Marie Moning's Highlander series. It doesn't live up to the epicness that is the Fever series, but it had it's moments. I read it mostly to see if I could dig up a few clues as to what or who Jericho Barrons is. I find the idea of waiting until December almost unbearable. I don't want Fever to be over, but at the same time I want that last book in my hands right now.

I'm re-reading Fever for the third time in a year. I'm placing it right up there in my top three, along with The Black Jewels Trilogy and The Forbidden Game Trilogy. If I haven't already pimped this series out enough, I'm strongly recommending it to all those that love a kick-ass heroine, a fast-paced adventure, a suspenseful mystery and a story with bite and grit. I adore this series and find there's a serious lack of fandom to share my squee with.

I've little else to update you all on. I'm sure I'll be sharing the piece I'm working on with you once it's done, but for now, it seems to be radio silence until I have something worthwhile to say.
I'm finally caught up on most of my shows. I think, anyway. I didn't realise until the other week, when I was writing a list of episodes I needed to catch up on, exactly how many shows I actually watch. One would think I don't work for a living or have anything resembling a social life the amount I watch, but somehow I manage to squeeze it in.


Leverage. )

Bones. )

Vampire Diaries. )

I still need to catch up on a few episodes of Fringe and Friday Night Lights. Oh, Tim Riggins, you're still my favourite.

I watched the first ten episodes of Flashforward. I'd like to say I love the show, but I don't. I like it and I'll probably watch the new episodes in my spare time, but I'm not dying to know what happens next.

Does anyone know when Lie to Me is back?

Oh, and I've finally started re-watching Lost. I watched the first season back in uni but I'm one of those people who get really impatient when I don't get answers fast enough. I don't mind waiting a few weeks to find out what happens or whatever, but dragging mysteries on not only a full season but a full six-year run is just too much for me. So I said that once it was drawing to a close I'd start catching up in time for the final season. It better pay off after all this! Abrams totally kicks ass at these epic story archs but if Alias is anything to go by, the end result will leave a lot to be desired.

And that's me done, I think. A whole post about TV. Hmmmm. Can you tell I've been trying to save money by staying in during the week?
I don't often use the New Year as an excuse to start afresh etc. I make resolutions but I don't really believe in wiping the slate clean and forgetting everything that came before.

Still, I made a vow this year that I would be more healthy. I tied myself to this vow by signing up for a four-month trial at my local karate group, which I start on Monday. Not only do I think it'll be a good work out for me, but it also serves the double-purpose of strengthening my bad leg and providing me with adequate self-defense skills. I can pretty much hold my own when I get hassle from people of the male variety on a night out, but I have no doubt that one day one of them is going to take it a step too far and I'd like to have something to back-up my sharp tongue.

I've also signed up for a six-week Burlesque dancing course. Random, I know, but a friend of mine did it last year and she said that not only is it fun, but it's a great work out and it loosens a lot of unused muscles. I like the idea of Burlesque, too. I like that this is something I can do for myself, something that will make me feel sexy and confident in my own body, and that it's not necessarily something I have to share with anybody else.

Last night I had a sex dream about Kevin McKidd. I've therefore realised that watching Rome before bed is probably not such a good idea.

Nothing much else to tell you, folks. I haven't written anything lately, not for quite a few months, and that's very strange for me. Even if I'm not posting out finished products, I'm always reeling something off at any given time, so not having written a sentence in over three months feels peculiar. Originally I wasn't writing because my laptop packed in (God, I'm just absolutely cursed when it comes to computers) and I can't write on anything but my laptop (which is bad, I know; a writer should always be versatile). But my laptop is back to new now and one of my resolutions is to start writing again, even if it's nonsense.

Other than that, I've very little to share with you all. Hope you all had a great Christmas and New Year.

Mine was a relatively quiet affair this year. Christmas Day is traditionally a big family affair for us but we moved it to Boxing Day this time around. I spent Christmas night with Martyn getting drunk and watching bad Christmas TV and that pretty much set the bar for the rest of the holidays. I got intoxicated a lot.

New Years was our usual house party with games and quizzes etc. I was flat-out drunk by 1am and in bed by 1.15am (more out of tiredness than anything, as I'd had to work that day). It was very fun, though.

Oh, I forgot to mention my birthday. It wasn't a crazy one this year as I was poorly. It was the usual fancy dress affair, however, although maybe dressing as Aphrodite in the middle of winter wasn't the best idea. Still!

Andddd that's my life to date. Not a whole lot of excitement but there's been some great nights in there.


Dec. 22nd, 2009 12:24 pm
Gacked from [personal profile] shiegra:

Sum up your main original character in a single sentence. Straight-forward or whimsical as you please.

1. Kushial, padding on soft, white paws between the bushes, shearing roses with her claws.

2. Reed, a smile twitching his lips as he watches his mum decapitate mannequins with a broad sword.

3. Abby, bouncing through the halls like a rainbow slinky, a freak of nature in the best kind of way.

4. Susie, woman-child and lover, dragging dainty fingers through the snow.

5. Samuel, son, friend, soulmate... betrayer.

6. Bastian, running from him, fighting for more.

7. Stephen, wolf on the chase because he can't -- won't -- lose him, too.

8. Anne-Marie, warrior and mother, twined around tree branches, playing with pixies.

9. Chris, all too human, missing home; sour lager in dirty glasses, pulling Ray through guitar strings, fat joints he grew out of years ago.
[personal profile] grrlnoir gave me Supernatural and Smallville.

Fandom Meme. )
Gacked from [personal profile] shiegra:

Comment with a fandom and I will tell you:

1. The first character I fell in love with:
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:
3. The character everyone else loves that I don't:
4. The character I love that everyone else hates:
5. The character I would shag anytime:
6. The character I'd want to be like:
7. The character I'd slap:
8. Favorite character:

9. Who are your five favorite characters?
10. Who are your five least favorite characters?
11. Which character are you most like?
12. What is your deep, dark secret regarding this?

13. A pairing that I love:
14. A pairing that I despise:
15. What are your five favorite things about your fandom?
16. What are your five least favorite things about your fandom?
Date tonight. Weeee. I'm looking forward to it. In fact, I'm looking forward to the whole weekend because it's a long one! Woooo for Bank Holiday, that's all I can say.

So he finishes work at midnight and then we're going to have drinks and watch films and relax. He's buying a bottle of Jagermeister because we both love Jagerbombs, so I think it might get messy. Just sayin'.

Tomorrow night I'm out again, except I'm not out-out, I'm out-in at a house party for my best friend's boyfriend's (mouthful) birthday. Last time I went for a few drinks at his house (last Saturday, in fact) I ended up wearing shit-kickers, three inches of eyeliner and a feather boa. His makeup collection actually rivals mine, which is depressing, I think.

Anyway, on Sunday I'm out with the best friend (John), my brother and friends for Bank Holiday. Possible foam party at the Pier, but probably a bad idea considering I'll be wearing a thin, yellow summer dress that's already slightly see-through as it is. Then maybe-possibly going back to Martyn's if I'm still awake and not too drunk at 4am when he finishes work. Woooo! Epic weekend.

Thennnnn it's only four more days at work and then I have a week off because I'm going to Prague again. Love Prague! I'm taking my mum to see the Jewish Museum and Prague Castle and Charles Bridge and all that lovely stuff. She's never been before but I think she's really going to like it.

I've been so lazy this week. I haven't done anything except go to work, come home and collapse. I've just been so tired. The nights are so hot that I'm just not sleeping. I have two episodes of Leverage to catch up and I haven't even cracked Dreamfever yet. I think I'm going to wait until I'm not so drained after work because I really want to enjoy it. It also doesn't help that I have three other books on the go, either. My mum insisted I try Diana Gabaldon so I've started reading Outlander during my lunch break at work. I started reading Marr's Fragile Eternity and quite honestly found the first few chapters a little dull. So when I finally got my copy of Thorn Queen I was more eager to read that. So, yeah, should really finish them before I start anything else. I probably won't, though. Sigh.
I think True Blood actually broke me last night. Spoilers. )

Dreamfever is out today. Eeeee!



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