BUFFY: THE REAL ADVENTURES

Tom Galloway sent in the following link to an article in the Atlanta Journal Constitution regarding a principal named Jester (it just doesn’t get more Dickensian than that) who is terrifying personnel with this stated obsessions over “ridding the school of demons” and threatening to shoot people.

Although the name might encourage people to falsely conclude that this is the Joker in disguise, I think it’s pretty much proof of something that many in DeKalb county would immediately concede: DeKalb County is situated on top of a Hellmouth. Faculty and administrators are reportedly unsure of what to do about the situation. I wouldn’t be concerned. By the end of the school year, the principal will probably have been eaten. That still leaves the matter of getting rid of the Hellmouth under DeKalb, but perhaps by the end of this season we’ll see how to attend to that as well.

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DO YOU FEEL BAD? THAT’S OKAY.

Understand, I didn’t actually watch Misterrogers much when I was growing up. In later years, I happened to see his show now and again if my kids happened to have it on. Always seemed very nice, very gentle. So much a part of the culture that Willow Rosenberg’s mother could crab about King Friday dominating the other puppets that everyone would get it.

What I remember is two things: First, many years ago, he was on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. When he came out, yes, he didn’t have the sweater, but his demeanor was exactly the way it was on the TV show. And you realized, this was how he *always* talked. This calm, gentle manner that made you feel like a comfortable five year old, even if you were forty five. And Carson desperately wanted to laugh, because it was just so funny, but he didn’t want to be insulting. So Rogers smiled and said, “You want to laugh, don’t you? It’s okay.” At which point, of course, Carson lost it. Rogers, meantime, was unflappable.

The other thing I remember was years and years ago, I wrote an Op-Ed piece for the New York Times about my fruitless endeavors to get a Cabbage Patch kid for Shana, who was about six at the time. And I mentioned Misterrogers in the context of the piece. So the piece sees print, and the next thing I know, I get a package in the mail from the office of Misterrogers, addressed to Shana, with a signed picture and a Misterrogers T-shirt.

Ðámņ. If only we could have sent *him* in against Saddam. This whole thing would’ve been settled in no time. Actually, now that I recall it, Dana Carvey said his George H.W. Bush and Misterrogers impressions were almost interchangeable.

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SUPER DUPER (SMALLVILLE)

I was planning to discuss “Smallville” anyway; just didn’t want to do it the same time as “Buffy.” But a Smallville discussion seems to have broken out over there anyway. Maybe I should just start doing double BLOG entries after Tuesday nights. (Hey, Glenn, any way to move the “Smallville” related posts over here?)

Anyway…one hëll of an episode. Spoilers to follow…

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BUFFY LIVE (Possible Spoilers in extended entry)

From the opening moments of tonight’s episode, with Andrew making like Allistair Cook (or, for those of you of more recent vintage, Allistair Cookie), I thought, “Espsenson. Gotta be written by Jane Espenson. This has got her style all over it.” Sure enough. One of BTVS’s most consistent and imaginative writers comes through again. Solid B+ Entry.