Good Day

It’s been 17 years, 5 months and 21 days since Buffy the Vampire Slayer went off the air. I just found out that Stacey Abrams (yes, THAT Stacey Abrams) is a major Buffy fan.

How did this come up? I was minding my own beeswax, doing my usual early AM combo of joy/doom and general distraction scrolling on the bird app when I came upon this thread by Alex Kack. You may wonder “who the hell is Alex Kack?” On top of being a field organizer for Peoples Defense Initiative in Tucson, he’s #GreenShirtGuy, the dude who had THE BEST response to right wing, hate spreading nut jobs at a town council meeting – he laughed at them. Laughed uproariously and deservedly. These people are dangerous but also absurd as fuck and a half.

In any case. Mr. Kack announced that “Election’s over I'm tweeting about Buffy again” and asked “why did we not get more scenes of Giles of singing?” I mean, FER REALIES, Giles had some seriously stellar chops, mes amis (by the by, I had hearing back in 2000 when these eps aired). 

At some point, the thread evolved into a which beau was better for Buffy and that’s when Abrams chimed in with

“To be fair, Angel was the right boyfriend for Buffy coming into her power. Spike was the right man to be with as she became the power”

I was all fixin’ to SQUEEEEE when I saw that JOSS WHEDON, Buffy’s progenitor, beat me to it  This was, in total point of fact, an epic thread.

So yeah, that started my day juuuuuuust right. It was especially welcome after reading of the Putrescent Orange Puke’s attempts at a coup. On top of that, I woke, this morning, out of a deep, dark dream where I was at some large, biz-type, formal meeting. Bad enough, no? Worse yet, I was there playing the accordion. Playing it well mind you but still – the ACCORDION! Fer fuck’s sake. I rose from the back row of dull, charcoal grey besuited drones and, as I strolled up to the stage, launched into Lady of Spain. Yes, this counts a weapons grade nightmare //shudder//

I will spend much of today, as I've been doing since Biden was declared the winner, attempting to release all the nasty-ass stress my body’s accumulated over the past four+ years. It’s Tuesday which is balance PT day – I’ll take a couple short walks, continue my camera images eval/save/purge, read (just picked up Circe by Madeline Miller) and, if my back’s not screaming at me, I’ll paint. 

It's gonna be a good day.