And man, that makes me kind of...annoyed. And disappointed, 'cause - *of course* it's not Buffy! And if every new show has to *be* Buffy than guys - you're gonna be stuck watching your DVDs for the rest of your life. No, these show's *aren't* Buffy or Angel, but - they're *good*, some of them. So take off the Buffy glasses and give 'em a chance!!
This is also my thinking on the subject. If you don't actually watch other shows, of course you'll never see a show as good as Buffy. Vulcan logic =D
And I think SPN, though not quite there yet, has the potential to do what Buffy did: start out strong, and build on it, getting better with each season. SGA has the same potential--though it's in a totally different vein . . . heh, I said vein.
"Peter! You little bastard! Let me go!"
Wow, there's a statement that's gonna result in a 1000'+ fall. . . .
Peter turned in mid-air, grinning wickedly. *Oh, buggering hell. Wrong, wrong thing to say -* Peter let go of the rope.
It's my gift, it's my curse. . . .
"Wow, that looked really - painful. Are you okay?"
"Oh, I'm fucking fine - just kidnapped and tied up and dropped on a bloody tree house." Spike scanned the green-grey murk and finally spotted the person speaking. Another boy. "Who the hell are you?"
"Pan calls me Slightly. He says there always has to be a Slightly." The boy stirred - climbed down from his crude hammock and padded barefoot over to Spike. Tall, gangly, longish hair tangled and stuck full of leaves. Lean face and wide, dark eyes and -
No.
Way.
"So - um - you're pretty old to be in Neverland, actually. Why'd Peter bring you here?" The boy - Spike couldn't bring himself to call this too-thin, doe eyed person a man - stood easily, slotting the knife back into its worn spot on his belt. He had scratches on his arms and the fading remains of bruises on his cheek and shoulder.
"He said some nonsense about the pirates always winning. Then he snuck up on me with that bloody fairy dust and knocked me unconscious. How do I get the hell out?"
"Of here? There's a ladder. You don't get out of Neverland. At least...nobody has since I've been here."
Jesus, Neverland's like the Mafia! Pan is Don Corleone--
Spike glared at the boy, feeling for his smokes. He lit up and the boy - Slightly - took a step forward, his eyes gone wide.
"You probably shouldn't smoke in here. Tootles won't like it."
And Tootles is his Consigliere =D
"Sod 'Tootles'. What do you mean, nobody gets out? Pan acted like he had to shanghai people here all the time.
"Well, yeah. He does." The boy licked his lips and took another step forward, gaze darting all around. "He does, but," his voice fell to a whisper, "but they don't exactly...go home -"
"Slightly? That you?" a voice shrilled, and the boy blanched and jerked back -
Jeebus . . . I'm thinking this batch of Lost Boys? Not so fun. And if they're not allowed to leave . . . where did all the other Slightlies go? ::shudders::
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This is also my thinking on the subject. If you don't actually watch other shows, of course you'll never see a show as good as Buffy. Vulcan logic =D
And I think SPN, though not quite there yet, has the potential to do what Buffy did: start out strong, and build on it, getting better with each season. SGA has the same potential--though it's in a totally different vein . . . heh, I said vein.
"Peter! You little bastard! Let me go!"
Wow, there's a statement that's gonna result in a 1000'+ fall. . . .
Peter turned in mid-air, grinning wickedly. *Oh, buggering hell. Wrong, wrong thing to say -* Peter let go of the rope.
It's my gift, it's my curse. . . .
"Wow, that looked really - painful. Are you okay?"
"Oh, I'm fucking fine - just kidnapped and tied up and dropped on a bloody tree house." Spike scanned the green-grey murk and finally spotted the person speaking. Another boy. "Who the hell are you?"
"Pan calls me Slightly. He says there always has to be a Slightly." The boy stirred - climbed down from his crude hammock and padded barefoot over to Spike. Tall, gangly, longish hair tangled and stuck full of leaves. Lean face and wide, dark eyes and -
No.
Way.
"So - um - you're pretty old to be in Neverland, actually. Why'd Peter bring you here?" The boy - Spike couldn't bring himself to call this too-thin, doe eyed person a man - stood easily, slotting the knife back into its worn spot on his belt. He had scratches on his arms and the fading remains of bruises on his cheek and shoulder.
"He said some nonsense about the pirates always winning. Then he snuck up on me with that bloody fairy dust and knocked me unconscious. How do I get the hell out?"
"Of here? There's a ladder. You don't get out of Neverland. At least...nobody has since I've been here."
Jesus, Neverland's like the Mafia! Pan is Don Corleone--
Spike glared at the boy, feeling for his smokes. He lit up and the boy - Slightly - took a step forward, his eyes gone wide.
"You probably shouldn't smoke in here. Tootles won't like it."
And Tootles is his Consigliere =D
"Sod 'Tootles'. What do you mean, nobody gets out? Pan acted like he had to shanghai people here all the time.
"Well, yeah. He does." The boy licked his lips and took another step forward, gaze darting all around. "He does, but," his voice fell to a whisper, "but they don't exactly...go home -"
"Slightly? That you?" a voice shrilled, and the boy blanched and jerked back -
Jeebus . . . I'm thinking this batch of Lost Boys? Not so fun. And if they're not allowed to leave . . . where did all the other Slightlies go?
::shudders::