This has been me most of the day = Macbook + Buffy the Vampire Slayer season 2.
Reunion with Buffy, Angel, Xander, Willow, Giles, Cordelia, Drusilla, and of course the one and only Spike the last two days. It brings back fond memories of running to the TV whenever I heard the familiar tune, ready for vampire action with popcorn and pepsi max. All the small comments, the banter, the fights, the 90s clothing, sexual tension, madness, it’s pure awesomeness.
Cordelia: I can’t even believe you. You dragged me out of bed for a ride? What am I, mass transportation?
Xander: That’s what a lot of the guys say, but it’s just locker room talk. I wouldn’t pay it any mind.
Cordelia: Oh, great, so now I’m your taxi AND your punching bag.
Xander: I like to think of you more as my witless foil, but have it your way.
Big Ugly: This weekend, the night of St. Vigeous, our power shall be at its peak. When I kill her, it’ll be the greatest event since the crucifixion. And I should know. I was there.
Spike: You were there? Please! If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion actually was there, it would’ve been like Woodstock.
Big Ugly: I oughta rip your throat out.
Spike: I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flower person, and then I spent the next six hours watching my hand move.
Were you ever a Buffy fan?