the divvil at my elbow

Goodness. Yesterday was apparently the tenth anniversary of the first unleashing of Buffy upon an unsuspecting world. Given that I picked up the bug only a couple of years into its run, it seems a remarkably short space of time for me to have arrived at my current all-seasons-owning, ravening-fangirl status. I'd blame d_hofryn, except that I think I might have infected her rather than the other way round. At any rate: I'm looking forward to seeing the new Dark Horse comics, but in the meantime, have any of you Buffy/comic geeks actually seen the 2003 futuristic-Slayer series Fray? Looks interesting.

In default of any more earth-shattering ideas for a blog entry, I shall summarise the last few days with a poll.

[Poll #944289]
I think some kind of definite theory might be therapeutic, actually. Last night I dreamed that a new species of moth had infested the blister, and several layers of their hibernating larvae had to be removed from my flesh by a random, friendly doctor with a scalpel. Freaky.

Bunny Threat Level: owing to a useful sudden moment of conceptual coherence in this chapter, rising slowly out of the green.