Kids today

I should point out that my objection to Angel's brooding, open-mouthed stupidity shtick doesn't in any way interfere with my appreciation of watching him rolling around naked on the floor. Last night, for instance, I managed not to be annoyed by that scene during four consecutive viewings.

My appreciation, I assure you, was purely aesthetic.

But.

Buffy chains a half-naked man to a wall and then all she can think of to do with him is to stand in a corner and stare at him pensively?

Kids today, I swear. Youth is just so wasted on the young.

I was getting ready to leave the house this morning and my brain suddenly flashed on an image of Spike handcuffed to a bed. Could have been imagination, but I'm thinking I saw this in an episode?

It doesn't really matter because by the time I finished mopping up the coffee from the kitchen floor, I was late to work.

Today I've stayed virtuously away from blogging, in spite of an invitation, in a different forum, to comment on a post that is going to require a 1,200 word response to do it justice. Today I'm working.

Why this burst of virtuous behavior, you ask? Because I'm aggravated that my Season 3 DVDs arrived last night and, upon investigation, promise to provide only one Spike episode in all 22 or whatever episodes.

What a ripoff. And I have a sad, scary feeling that Season 4 isn't out on DVD yet. Life is sad.

Of course, I still have the new episode I taped (most of) on Tuesday to look forward to, right?

And I can spend the weekend re-watching Season 2 episodes, right?

Or, you know, mopping the kitchen floor every time my brain flashes on an unlikely, but I swear it's canon, picture of Spike handcuffed naked to a bed.