Well, over the past week and a half or so, I’ve watched all seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Ian had borrowed the first few seasons from Damien back in the end of May but I was putzing around with other stuff and didn’t get around to watching them on my own until sometime a little while ago. It’s what I’ve been watching while playing WoW and typing up more of my first novel and cleaning the fishtank and crocheting and organizing papers… You know, stuff. Now that I’ve finished all of the seasons, I’m thinking it’d be interesting to see the movie (although it really has little to nothing to do with the television series) and I’ll probably try to read the comics which followed the series as well. Now that I’ve exhausted one series, I’m going to get back to watching V, that 80s television series with reptile aliens who try to take over the world and eat people. We own the miniseries, I haven’t seen the movie, and I’ve been getting the television series via Netflix for the past two weeks. I have a disc just waiting to be watched over on my crocheting project.

So now that I’ve watched all of the episodes of Buffy, I realize now just how many of them I actually have already seen because Ian and I used to live with Damien and he’d Tivo all of them. It wasn’t long after I got back from France that the series ended, so I had seen most of the sixth and seventh seasons. I saw an episode from season four while I was in France, but I had little idea what they were blabbing about because season four is the one with the Initiate group and all those technical terms were lost on me. I had seen most of seasons one and two as well, apparently. Probably all the rerun episodes that got Tivoed. I think I’d seen most of season three as well. It was really just seasons four and five that I’d seen little of. I enjoyed going through watching all of them. It’s kind of like when Ian and I went through and watched all the episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation, DS9, Voyager, and Enterprise, and I watched all of the original series of Star Trek on my own. We also went through at one point and watched all the MacGuyver episodes. We’ve got a thing for just going through and watching the entire series of something, like CSI and its spin-off CSI: Miami. It’s like reading a crapload of books but with moving pictures and not having to actually hold a book and therefore be able to do other stuff like clean and crochet and play video games. Fun! Though reading books is still pretty huge to me. I’m thinking about going back and rereading all of the Myth series by Asprin. I love those books. It still depresses me that he died. It’s also depressing that George Carlin died. He was a brilliant linguist posing as a comedian.

Meh, my mind’s wandering. Too little sleep and too much TV has kind of fried the old brainpan filling. I guess that since it’s three in the morning, I probably ought to conk out at some point, but that’d require fighting for my half of the bed and even then I probably wouldn’t fall asleep for a while. I’m thinking it’s just time to curl up on the couch or futon and scribble some ideas down for my second novel. Maybe I’ll just pass out on my own after a while. At least tonight I don’t have heartburn keeping me up. Hooray for digesting my own esophagus! Neh, time to wander off.