My brother is home!

It's so nice to see him. Of course, he's way exhausted and crashing, but it was nice to talk at him (which is so what I was doing, I'm such a babbler when I'm happy).

He's only hanging out here for a week or two, though, which is sad.

Still.

Tomorrow, after work, we (Kris, Mom, Grandma and me) are going to dinner, after which, I'll take Kris to dad's. We're going to take dad out for Father's Day on Sunday. Then I'll be going over to jic's. Though it may be a little later, like 6-ish.

Precipitant

Or, the next set of post-Home drabbles, wherein more plot occurs and Wesley and Angel don't get to kiss again... yet.

First set: Finding Home
Second set: Memory Loss
Third set: Moments of Reflection
Fourth set (1): Old and New
Fourth set (2): Old and New

( four drabbles )

See! Plot! It snuck up on me.

Oh! Wow! Eee!

Brilliant Buffy essay by superplin here.

Excerpt:

There are a few reasons why I see this Buffy as a far, far more powerful and hopeful icon than the three-dimensional hero (which is fun, but not really paradigm-altering). For one thing, this kind of model goes beyond the standard morality play model, in which the character make a mistake, learns a lesson, and then moves on in the new and improved version. That's so linear, though (and you all know how I feel about linearity), and doesn't match up at all with real life. We real people not only backslide, we sometimes take petulant nose dives into meanness and pettiness. Sometimes, we do like to roll in the dirt. We are spiteful and sometimes violent and sometimes say and do exactly the wrong thing, without even realizing it. Or, hey, even deliberately. We're not just flawed, we're a mess.

And we're off!

After a nice dinner at Bugatti's, my brother and I are about to head off to dad's. We'll be taking him out to brunch and a movie for Father's Day tomorrow.

I'm taking a notebook with me - I plan to work on the B/A/W fic.