Missing You

On a much lighter note than yesterday...

I miss Buffy.

I only started watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer while it was in its first season. The name always kept me away even after I had heard that it was a good show. I had caught snippets here and there but never really kept watching. But then, one day while flipping channels, I caught the beginning of an episode where Buffy finds her mother dead on the couch.

I couldn't stop watching what would turn out the be easily the best episode of television that I saw that year and ranks in my favourite of all time. After that, I couldn't get enough. I rented the seasons I had missed and caught every week.

It was remarkably well written. Each year had an overarching story behind it that would wrap up at the end of the season (unlike Lost (or Twin Peaks) that continue with the same mysteries and never really resolve a thing). The dialogue was great and the ideas were always interesting (LOVE the musical episode - brilliant). And things did not always end well for the main characters - when Tara got shot through the chest I could barely breathe from the utter shock).

But Buffy and the Scoobies are gone. Gone and I have yet to find anything that gives me the same pleasure as those 60 minutes a week.