Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Where did Christmas go? and an apology

Whoops.

Ever had that strange sensation where you wake up and wonder where the last three weeks of your life disappeared to? I’m not talking about a coma; haven’t experienced one of those yet, and I hope I never will, unless it’s the kind of cool coma where you sleep for, like, a thousand years and wake up in the far future, with hovercars and bodycloning and immortality, and all your friends and family are there, recreated through the extraction of DNA from your possessions, and there are awesome virtual reality games and wormholes to other planets and talking cats. No, this is just a severe case of Timetheft, by some unknown — but probably super sexy — time ninja thief rogue person, and I woke up this morning thinking “holy effing shit, it’s December 27th, where did the days go?”.

Yes.

So: Happy belated Christmas! I hope your holiday was rewarding and fulfilling and generally nice.

And: Sorry for not being around. I’ll be around more later this week and into the weekend, and I’ll try and pack as much goodness into every post as I possibly can.

Also: Been reading the first book of Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s official season eight, and it’s fantastic. Not how I imagined it at all, but fantastic nonetheless. It feels like watching the show, albeit a very, very expensive version of the show, and all the characters and the dialogue feel right. Which isn’t surprising, since Joss Whedon wrote it. While more episodes or a movie would probably have been better, this is a very, very close third.

More later.