I've put up with a lot of impossibilities from this show in the interests of suspension of disbelief, but blue, fish-headed, demon bookies?

I have to draw the line.

__________ <-That's it.

Honestly! (And if the episode hadn't, by and large, been so amusing, I'd be serious.)

I accept that it's probably my failing of imagination that's giving me trouble accepting Buffy as a woman with a penchant for rough sex, too.

This is the problem, as I do understand, with seeing only random episodes. This week FX has, in its wisdom, abruptly jumped from the opening episodes of S4 to episodes in S6. So I'm missing seeing most of S4 and all of S5 to put S6 into perspective.

I'm just saying, okay? A few days ago I was watching Buffy graduating from High School and having her first, college crush. Now she doesn't want it unless the guy can use her skull to crack the building's foundations first?

Serious cognitive dissonance for the viewer, okay?

You'll suffer the most for this as I babble aimlessly over the multitudes of things I don't understand over the next few weeks.

Brace yourselves. You have the time while I'm at Escapade to find some other blog, almost any other blog to read instead of this one.