{"id":6,"date":"2007-08-08T11:08:23","date_gmt":"2007-08-08T17:08:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.skipfitz.net\/blog\/?p=6"},"modified":"2007-08-09T10:28:47","modified_gmt":"2007-08-09T16:28:47","slug":"buffys-decidedly-unphony-euphony","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.skipfitz.net\/blog\/?p=6","title":{"rendered":"Buffy&#8217;s Decidedly Unphony Euphony"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.skipfitz.net\/blog\/blogimages\/buffysingalong.jpg\" title=\"Buffy, El Sing-O!\" alt=\"Buffy, El Sing-O!\" align=\"middle\" height=\"176\" width=\"428\" \/><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"> I readily, willingly and unabashedly admit it: I&#8217;m a Buffy fan.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"> Close your mouths.  It&#8217;s not pretty.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">I used to be a little more reticent about such a personal revelation, but it&#8217;s been ten years since the show first aired, and since then I&#8217;ve successfully managed to convert a few girlfriends and a wife into fans.  So, if I go down, I&#8217;m bringing them with me. (Speaking of which, my lovely wife, The Insta-Princess, even performed a magic trick or two and abracadabra&#8217;d a poster of Buffy (and co-horts) into a <em>framed<\/em> poster of Buffy (and co-horts). I know, I know&#8230; she&#8217;s mystical like that\u00e2\u20ac\u201dya gotta be in awe of her. She&#8217;s even allowed me to hang it up on the wall. In full view of friends, relatives, guests, child protective services, and <em>everyone<\/em>. Obviously, she is gracious as well as beautiful and powerful.)<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">So, while I&#8217;m comfortable with my own personal Buffy lurve,  I admit that I&#8217;m afraid of the rest of Buffy&#8217;s fans.  See, you&#8217;d think that come this Friday, waiting in line to see the musical episode on the silver screen, we&#8217;d have something in common.  But, we don&#8217;t.  I bathe, for example; I can&#8217;t guarantee the same about them.  Normally, I don&#8217;t bake a cake for the creator of the show on his birthday; again, I make no promises about the rest of the fans.  They pass food along to each other, down from one end of the line to the next; I demur.  They, it seems, are happy; me, I&#8217;m old and grumpy.  I can&#8217;t even stand it when they sing songs in line.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">But, the Insta-Princess?  She loves them.  Absolutely adores them. Of course, I&#8217;m sure it doesn&#8217;t hurt her feelings any that the men love women\u00e2\u20ac\u201dany women, but especially the pretty ones\u00e2\u20ac\u201dand are immediately solicitous when the girls show up.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">  &#8220;May I buy you a soda?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">&#8220;Maybe some popcorn?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">&#8220;How about a car?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">&#8220;Please look at me.  I&#8217;m lonely.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">So, why am I going to a Buffy sing-a-long with the Insta-Princess this Friday?<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"> Because, alas, I&#8217;m also a fan.  And, stupid.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">Sigh.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; I readily, willingly and unabashedly admit it: I&#8217;m a Buffy fan. Close your mouths. It&#8217;s not pretty. 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