...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Before I forget, today is the day of the Brothers Mir (that's Boromir and Faramir for the Americans among you).

Am back in the Isle of Man for a week at present, so expect sporadic updates. Hex and Mad will keep my loyal fans updated on the Hexmas front.

Managed to not only pass my exams but get a 2.1 in the process, thus proving beyond doubt that a retarded monkey can get a law degree, providing it can express itself in long-winded and boring ways. Which explains a lot about the English judiciary, actually.

Me, I'm just relieved that I don't have to a) resit or b) get a demonic brain implant from an evil law firm.

Would like to state for the record that I hate football fans, 'bisexual Wiccans', homeless people, old people, people who use mobile phones on public transport, people who smell bad, small children, people who think it's a good idea to bring an infant on a fucking aeroplane and taxis that don't show up when they should.

Also scallies, teen mothers and people on the dole, but I think I covered that with 'football fans'.

-Froodle (the contentious)

First and foremost, April's Tape Vault has all 65 episodes of Big Wolf on Campus on VHS for sale. $10 per tape plus shipping, payment through Paypal. Prepare not to hear from me for a few days once season 1 gets here. Woo!

Secondly, is there anything more depressing than introducing someone to a fandom dear to your heart, only to have them completely miss a major point? Well, there probably is, but it makes me pretty damn resentful. Crowley being black with no hair, honestly. Some people should have their fucking eyes put out if they're that stupid. Especially if they're 'bisexual Wiccans', and I use sarcastic quotemarks.

Thirdly, old-school Angel rocks. So, so much. And in view of the outcome of season 5, 'To Shanshu in LA' is an absolute heartbreaker. Poor, pretty Angel. Also Wesley. He became so annoying during the whole Fred-Gunn-Wesley love triangle of boringness, I'd all but forgotten how much I liked him during the latter half of season one, and all of season two.

Highlights thus far include:

"Can you fly?" Quite possibly Angel's coolest moment ever.

"I don't see Angel in tights... okay, now I do, and it's disturbing."

"Maybe I'm a little attracted." And there was a disturbance in the Force, as if a million Fangirls squee'd out at once.

"The good fight, yeah?" Sniff. Doyle.

"Low rats." Ha!

"Is that it? Am I done?" Again, 'Sniff. Doyle.'

"I don't need advice from some middle-class white dude that's dead." This is extra-funny because, when Gunn says this, Angel makes this little sad face that just screams 'Aw, I wanted to be a homie'. Heh, homie!Angel.

"Epiphanied off." Another wonderous Gunnism.

Gunn throwing that vampire into the foyer of WRH, and his 'evil white folks do have a Mecca' rant.

"I've seen you in bed," delivered to both Cordy and Wes. Watch Cordy's knowing smile when Gunn says this to Wesley. Funny 'cause it's true.

Angelus making a brief appearence in 'Eternity'. I love you, Angelus!

"Evil Angel never would have worn those pants."

Lindsey running Angel over in the Pickup Truck of Love, Or At Least Unrequited Lust.

Lindsey's hand being cut off. Never. Stops. Being. Funny.

Steve, aka Lindsey's Evil Hand (blatently an excuse to grope Angel and blame it on some Wolfram and Hart-style spookiness - 'cause you know Angel would be gullible enough to believe it)

"These chains must be forced from some mystical metal."
"Really?"
"No, I was just trying to make myself feel better."

Wesley pretending to be Angel in the Virginia episode. "Oh no, not the sun! For I am a vampire, and... oh. Ah." Also, Angel's "Not a Eunuch!" bit.

Wesley and Cordy pretending to be Buffy and Angel:
"Kiss me!"
"Bite me!"
"Why don't you both bite me?"

The Dance of Joy.

"Kumshuk with a Groosalug."

The heartbreakiness of 'I Will Remember You'. Ohh, Angel.

And, of course, 'In The Dark'. That whole episode is great, from Spike's voice-over at the begining ("To the Angelmobile, away!") to Oz's "You're incredibly pale" at the end.

Five years of Angel. Seven years of Buffy. It's the end of an era.

You know, I don't think I'm an especially bad person. I mean, sure, I could probably stand to spend more time studying and less time reading slashy fanfiction, and I'm sure it's not very moral of me to use my parent's credit cards to buy myself things from Amazon and blame it on my brothers, but still, I do my part to make the world a better place. I sneer at hippies, I mock wiccans, I kick the homeless and glare at small children. I wish a thousand deaths on telemarketers and teen mothers, and my contempt for people on the dole knows no limitations. I don't watch reality TV or chatshows. All in all, I think I tip the balance on the side of Good.

So why does the world take such delight in watching me suffer?

Seriously, I think there's a conspiracy going on to annoy me. First, there's the total lack of good Van Helsing toys. Then there's Orlando Bloom's continuing existance. And finally, as of a week Monday, Fox Kids will no longer be showing Big Wolf on Campus.

You know who I blame? David Blaine. I hate that bastard. It's all his fault.