Hankering for more Buffy the Vampire Slayer from Joss Whedon? I know I am, because I actually found myself TiVoing Angel, a television show with a demon who owns a karaoke bar.
The good news is that there is more official-if-that-matters Buffy coming:
Speaking of Darkhorse Comics, they are starting a new Buffy comic, and as I understand it, it will take place after the end of Buffy and Angel and be canon in the Buffy world. And I understand it that way ’cause I’M WRITING IT. I’m kicking off the book with a four issue arc that finds Buffy — you guessed it — living in Italy with The Immortal. (Scott — don’t be mad I spoiled the announcement — saying it means I have to finish it.) Then I’ll be overseeing the book more closely, to make sure it remains true. Gonna be interesting. And it just might tie in to…
The infamous Spike movie. Still haven’t finalized anything, but I feel that very soon I’ll be able to go to James and say something a lot more interesting than “Wouldn’t it be cool if…” ‘Course, I just hope he’s free some time this decade. See how my peeps is all actifying! Tomorrow night is AMIAS, (that’s alias with Acker in it.) Happy. And totally jealous.
See, the Buffyverse glows in my brain with a new, overreaching arc that will include the comics, Spike, and more. It’s taking shape and soon you will know its name. And you will tremble.
Then of course there’s a little thing called X-Men, who are apparantly supposed to become astonishing again real soon. I miss me my Cassiday. Can’t wait to see the fan response when I kill Wolverine and replace him with fan-fave Marrow.
Well, I certainly can’t say much more, except that Wonder Woman is finally kicking ass that is not my ass, as in, I’m loving this script. She’s saving the world in a tiara, people; this is why there’s a me!
Someone needs to introduce Joss to decaf, just after he polishes off the Buffy comic book story and turns in the Wonder Woman movie script.
 To help promote the show during November sweeps, ABC will be distributing podcasts relating to Lost all this month. The first one is an interview teasing tonight’s episode, “Abandoned.” This is a pretty clever thing for ABC to do, in my opinion, since the auxillary Lost Web sites have shown the series’ audience is already pretty much online and techie.
It’s a little surprising the podcast doesn’t have video with it — how hard would it have been to stick the two people talking on stools in front of a Lost backdrop and just film it? — but maybe later, or next year.
If you don’t have iTunes or use other podcasting software, you can hear the podcast as streaming audio on the official site.
My father loves personality tests, so this one is for him:
Extroverted: 1
Intuitive: 50
Feeling: 12
Judging: 22
You are:
slightly expressed extrovert
moderately expressed intuitive personality
slightly expressed feeling personality
slightly expressed judging personality
There’s also a marriage compatibility test, if I can get Jenn to do the above test as well.
From another site:
ENFJs are the benevolent ‘pedagogues’ of humanity. They have tremendous charisma by which many are drawn into their nurturant tutelage and/or grand schemes. Many ENFJs have tremendous power to manipulate others with their phenomenal interpersonal skills and unique salesmanship. But it’s usually not meant as manipulation — ENFJs generally believe in their dreams, and see themselves as helpers and enablers, which they usually are.
ENFJs are global learners. They see the big picture. The ENFJs focus is expansive. Some can juggle an amazing number of responsibilities or projects simultaneously. Many ENFJs have tremendous entrepreneurial ability.
ENFJs are, by definition, Js, with whom we associate organization and decisiveness. But they don’t resemble the SJs or even the NTJs in organization of the environment nor occasional recalcitrance. ENFJs are organized in the arena of interpersonal affairs. Their offices may or may not be cluttered, but their conclusions (reached through feelings) about people and motives are drawn much more quickly and are more resilient than those of their NFP counterparts.
ENFJs know and appreciate people. Like most NFs, (and Feelers in general), they are apt to neglect themselves and their own needs for the needs of others. They have thinner psychological boundaries than most, and are at risk for being hurt or even abused by less sensitive people. ENFJs often take on more of the burdens of others than they can bear.
As with psychics and astrology, I would be surprised if any of these profiles boils down to anything other than “this person is awesome,” so take the above with a grain of salt. (Although, you know, I am awesome.)
It’s six months to the day since my operation, a medial thera-something-oscopy, which means “cut open a slit across your throat, stick a camera and a cutting tool down into the middle of your chest, and scrape that lymph node to see if it’s malignant or simply an over-achiever.”
It was, in fact, not lymphoma, but rather, sarcoidosis, which Peter remembers how to pronounce by calling it “sarcastic doses,” which is probably a hint about my attitude around the office. Instead of being fatal, it’s just damned irritating:
Sarcoidosis is a systemic disease that can affect any organ. Common symptoms are vague, such as fatigue unchanged by sleep, lack of energy, aches and pains, dry eyes, blurry vision, shortness of breath, a dry hacking cough or skin lesions. The cutaneous symptoms are protean, and range from rashes and noduli (small bumps) to erythema nodosum or lupus pernio.
(No, I don’t know what that last sentence means, either, but it sure is impressive.)
I know it’s been six months, because when they were wheeling me into the operating room to at St. Mary’s Hospital to slit my throat, I looked at my ID band, and noticed the date on it was 05/05/05. As I counted backwards, as instructed, while the anesthesea flowed into my arm, I looked to the clock on the wall on the right: 10 until six.
Then I woke up, hours later, with Jenn and my mother-in-law at the foot of my bed. Actually, I’d apparently been semi-conscious while being wheeled in, and had already been told it wasn’t cancer: I told Jenn I owed her money, since I’d lost the bet I’d made. (Hey, I figured, if I got cancer, at least I’d get some cash out of the deal.)
My body is now well underway on a relapse of my earlier symptoms, but knowing that they are not likely to be life-threatening makes hobbling around, falling asleep at my desk and all the rest a lot more bearable.
People ask for the update periodically, and there it is. Invest heavily in Wyeth: The way I’m sucking down Advil to combat the swelling in my joints, the stock price is going to shoot through the roof.
The City of Hesperia has sent us an invitation to come to a ribbon cutting for the I-15/Main Street interchange on Tuesday, November 15. They’re committed now, whether they like it or not.
Jenn will be thrilled that she can get to Baker’s without the hassle of the construction at long last.
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