I mean, I can’t even stop watching. Every time an episode ends, I turn to Frank and say, “Can we watch another one? Please? Kthx.” But at least with this obsession, I don’t have to blog about it immediately or anything like that. No one is waiting to see what I have to say, whereas with Idol, there are like five of you anxiously thirsting for my thoughts.

It was awesome having a three day weekend. Saturday, we slept in, and when we did get up, we decided to start watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs. Now y’all go ahead and tell me how it is I’ve never heard of this show? (Just kidding, I always knew it was there, but I saw the movie, and when the show came out, I was like, “They were able to make a whole TV show out of that?” so I never tried it.) Yeah, so Saturday we spent the entire day watching the first season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (plus the premiere of season two). And yesterday we were able to watch a couple of episodes before we saw Carrie Underwood and Josh Turner (whole other post, and I’ll save it for my other blog). And today, we slept in… and as soon as we were both up and sitting on couches, I said, “So. Buffy?” We’re totally hooked.

We’re almost through season two (I only stopped watching so Frank can write a post for tomorrow, and I told him he’d better hurry it up). I have notes so far:

*I’m pretty sure Sarah Michelle Gellar and Allison Mack are the same person. Their voices are exactly the same, they use the same facial expressions and voice inflections, and really the only difference is that one plays the heroine and one plays the sidekick. If I’m not actually looking at the screen, I’m sure that Chloe Sullivan is talking, and I’m like, “Wait, why does Chloe want to make out with Angel? What happened to Clark?”
*Smallville and Buffy are pretty much the same show, except it’s vampires and evil creatures instead of Meteor Freaks (oh, sorry… “Meteor Infected”). And more people know Buffy’s secret than know Clark’s. And Buffy’s mom doesn’t know, because wow, that mother is absent — how do you not know your daughter goes out her window every single night? Anyway, I love both shows, but Buffy is even more addicting.
*How was Angel able to… you know… DO IT with Buffy? Do vamps have functioning wangs and whatnot? I was afraid that if they DID IT, his peep would turn to dust.
*I like Oz. Wish he were on the show more. I also like him with Willow. Too bad about his furry little problem, though.
*Remember when y’all tried to convince me to watch Bones? I tried it, we tried it. It was like a CSI but with more attempts at humor (except the attempts all fell flat for me), less shooting (more shooting is always a plus), and boring characters. So I was thinking, why in the world are people telling me to watch this? What a snoozefest. Well, now I get it. It’s because every time y’all see David Boreanaz, y’all drool and picture him with fangs, white skin, and a constantly brooding face. I get it now, and I’m sorry that I gave up after three or four episodes. Frank already knows that I’ll probably decide that I need to get the first three seasons of Bones on DVD this summer… but first I’ll need to finish seven seasons of Buffy and five seasons of Angel.
*Angel needs to turn good again, and fast, before I fall out of love with him.
*I heart Giles. I think it’s the accent. And the Britishness. And the booky nerdishness.
*Spike. I want more of him, but I still want Angel to give him a good butt-kicking.
*Too bad about Miss Calendar being a lying gypsy and then feeling bad and trying to re-soul Angel and then being murdered by him and all.
*Drusilla, the anorexic crazy vamp, needs to die. I mean, again. She needs to die in the vampire way.
*I like Cordelia. She makes me laugh.
*I’ve decided I don’t want to live on a hellmouth. No matter how brooding and sensual the vamps can be.

More as the series moves along.

UPDATE: Hubba. Shane West! Too bad his body’s going to incubate a giant Sleestak. He’d be a nice fixture on a non-depressing show.