November 11th, 2005


die leiden der jungen Pandababy

As you know, one Pandababy takes precedence in my affections (and can it be coincidence that his very own zoo website recently refered to him as a "panda baby" rather than a "baby panda"? Or are we back in Ogden Nash territory again?). But I'm also rather fond of Su Lin, the Californian cub. And yet, there's a difference between them. Pandababy himself always looks rather cheerful, even when someone's sticking a thermometer up his arse. But Su Lin looks like a pandababy with a secret sorrow. The videos of her are incredibly cute, but she still looks miserable where Tai Shan looked serene. And she's so noisy! I do hope she's all right.

In other news, PATSINGTON AND I ARE GOING ON HOLIDAY! Oh, wait, that's not news. But still! A whole week away (well, nearly), visiting Glastonbury and the missbassey family and then on to the little cottage where we shall sleep in a himmelbett and take baths by candlelight. Hurrah!
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Gah, it's ten o'clock, and I've been out eating Japanese food and drinking wine and NOT PACKING and getting into an argument about Joss Whedon's talents with a friend who has never seen Buffy but thinks the trailer (trailer, mind you, not film) for Serenity looks stupid apparently because a friend of his thought the idea of the teenage girl assassin is cheesy. Which it obviously is, but the point of Joss Whedon is that when he's good, he's making something that could be cheesy into something clever and humane and entertaining and moving.

It's funny, Buffy is still something that people who've never seen it still feel capable of slagging off. And I still get pretty defensive about it, because I loved it and spent so long defending it to people who though that just because it was about vampires it was stupid. But it felt like it was a programme that might as well have been designed for me - it was funny and sweet and so smart and feminist and scary and exciting and moving and I loved the characters and Joss Whedon wasn't scared of killing them off for the sake of the story. I think at its best it was genuinely great drama, and that was because however preposterous or melodramatic the situations might have been, the people were real. There are people who don't like anything supernatural because it's not "realistic", and I just don't get that. I mean, I hate most fantasy, because I don't like makey-up fantasylands in magical worlds where the people speak in fake archaic language - I like magic set in our world, or books in which people from our world enter magical places - like Narnia - or when the magic world is a parallel universe (a la Diana Wynne Jones) which is like our world with extra magicky bits, because it puts the magic into relief. It feels like magic. The magic has to be in context. And then it works. Then it is realistic. And when it works, I love it. And that's just one of the reasons why I love Buffy,

That, and the fact that Joss Whedon knows, especially in the second and third seasons, how to tell a really fucking great story. Roll on the box set!

And now I must go and pack and watch Peep Show (a new series! Hurrah! Although can they beat lines like "who needs love when you're doing it up the arse?" like the last magnificent series? Hey, it was hilarious in context). And then tomorrow is HOLIDAY! Me and Patsington on the road! HUZZAH! See you on Sunday, missbassey!