an extremely Joss-heavy post

Term is now over! *dances, slowly and wearily, and plots bunny-homicide*

I haven't managed to watch Angel with d_hofryn in our regular Friday afternoon slot for a month or so, owing to our mutually insane schedules/states of health. However, I think I'm being cosmically reproached for this: the stars in their courses have moved, and their new configuration says Whedonverse in many odd corners of my life. Viz:

• Last night I dreamed that the entire cast of Firefly came to an SCA event that was also, somehow, an sf convention. Sean Maher lost his napkin. Nathan Fillion, in a bright pink tunic (!) sang with the band.
• Joss Whedon does a mean feminist rant.
• I've stumbled on the only piece of Buffy fanfic I've ever enjoyed, here. Usually I dislike fanfic from any Whedonverse, mostly because the original texts are complex, layered and convincing enough that most fanfic writers are inadequate to the task of furthering them. (Unlike Harry Potter, which has sufficient holes, psychological and narrative, that a lot of fics are an actual improvement). This one is Spike-heavy, a very nice characterisation.
• It's heading for June at speed, in that irritating way the space-time continuum has. 23rd June is Joss Whedon's birthday. In a bizarre twist most gratifying to my inner fangirl, it's also my birthday. This year it's also a Saturday. Please keep said Saturday evening free for a largeish party, since I have to celebrate not only being 38 ("An excellent calibre in a woman!", according to wytchfynder), but surviving glandular fever and, if all goes according to plan, finishing this thrice-dratted book.

I get it, universe. Now that term is over, d_hofryn and I can resume our ritual Friday-afternoon Joss-worship. *hopes*