hannah | Always, more tea.

I've been getting up way too early this week for reasons that aren't vacations or elections. Then again, I haven't had a cold since about this time last year, or a few months earlier, so if I keep hunkering down and drinking hot liquids, I should be able to get through it with a minimum of worry and whining and at least a little joking - yesterday at work my partner down in the stacks was also feeling under the weather, so I said between the two of us we made one healthy person, and that got her to laugh.

I've also finished the third season of Buffy, and I'm quite tempted to stop right there because Whedon managed to say so much about the point and purpose of the character he created in the last two episodes with the added bonus of a wonderfully choreographed set of battle scenes, and I wouldn't have to deal with his attempts to convince me either Buffy or Angel had any romantic feelings for each other. Not that I'll stop watching it, though, just that I'm considering it. The other day at work I once again compared Whedon to Jules Verne, who's also very good for his time, a great maker of ideas, and a reasonably competent storyteller who the world has moved past.

In any case, after viewing the polled data, I'm going to go to Angel season one, then Buffy season four, and keep switching on and off until I run out of TV. I grew up reading X-Men comics and Marvel crossovers. Two parallel canons should be just fine.