Boo-Hoo!

Actually, I lied last time. It wasn't three and a half Buffy discs I still had to watch, it was only two and a half. At any rate, after last night, I now have only five episodes left, plus the extras, which I haven't even looked at yet. And, yes, I am still majorly enjoying this show, though it's not necessarily always "enjoyment" in the sense that it puts a big old happy smile on my face. In fact, for a show whose main hallmark is the flip, goofy dialog, Buffy manages to do quite a line in genuine, gut-wrenching angst. (Which is all the more impressive when you consider the fact that the flip, goofy dialog doesn't ever stop, even in the midst of tragedy.) Yep, Buffy has now officially joined the list of TV shows that have actually made me cry, which is both kind of embarassing to admit and yet extremely cool at the same time. And it is good to know that, even in my largely-spoilered state, the show is still capable of surprising and shocking me. I'm not going to mention which particular plot twist it was that produced this effect, since for the vast majority of people it's either four-year-old news or a spoiler, but I'll tell ya, it got to me. Sniffle.