The Angel Not-Quite-Marathon-But-Close

Doyle: Protect and serve. It's entirely my bag.

Over a month ago I preordered the super-duper, entire series, box-set of Angel. Last week, it came in the mail. Since then I've been too busy to do an outright marathon, but I've been able to go through about a disc a night and I'm nearing the end of Season One. Man, I'd forgotten how good it is and just how much they make fun of Angel/David Boreanaz. It goes kind of like this: Let's find a really good looking lead actor, then make fun of the way he looks, and his character in general, every chance we get. I'm entertained.

I think that's one of the reasons I love Joss so much. He creates these larger-than-life characters, but knocks them down to earth constantly to keep them from getting totally unbelievable, even if the character is a vampire.

Now I'm at the point where Doyle's dead, Wesley's arrived, and we just had some closure between Angel and Buffy. I keep trying to remember when the new characters make their appearance, and I'm already eager for Spike to move over (though, alas, that's very far off). Everything's better with Spike. In any event, I've got lots of hours to go yet and Thanksgiving break is just around the corner.

I'm back to the bar tomorrow (after enjoying last night off) and it could be ugly. I've got a sore throat going on and added a bit of a cough to it just in time to do happy hour by myself tomorrow and have the floor all night by myself Saturday. Hoorah for hoarse waitresses! As long as my voice doesn't go entirely, it should be all right. Painful, but all right.