Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Buffy S5E12 Chodepoint

In which there is a pedophile convention in Cunnydale and all the old wrinkly balls are invited to flop around and holy jeez I wanna lick ‘em.

HPIC (Head Pedo In Charge) is some old British person whom I’m fairly certain has been in other movies. YET I MUST RESIST THE URGE TO LOOK HIM UP ON THE INTERWEB OF SUPPER HI-WAYS. I got Kubiak in last episode without any help, I can do this too. I CAN DO THIS. IF YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN ACHIEVE.

It’s amazing that it’s that they haven’t delved deeper into the global Buffyverse’s Watcher/Slayer conspiracy by now, already 5 and half season’s into the show’s run. That’s fuggin teevee for you I guess. BEFORE THE SOPRANOS CAME ALONG AND FUCKED EVERYONE UP WITH A SHOTGUN BLAST OF SERIALIZATION RIGHT TO THE FUCKIN STUGOTZ.

FACT CHECK: Vikings did not sail to North America in the 1400s, Buffy, you thickheaded cow. Who is reading these scripts before they have the actors start reading them? Leif Ericson was in Vineland in like the 1200s, or earlier. And that’s ALSO without looking shit up on the cyber cables. Although I still haven’t figured out Not Rip Torn’s name yet so I’m still one for two. I feel like he died in some horror movie I saw, like 13th Gate or something. Fuck it, I’m looking him up. Oh yeah, he was the dirty cop in Scarface. That’s where I remember his death scene. I’M COUNTING THAT AS A HALF A POINT.

Quite the admonishment Giles received from Scarface cop. A real tongue lashing. A severe dress down. A STERN TICKING OFF. Basically Rip Torn’s brother made Giles his prison cell bitch. And not the anally raped against your will type, the kind that has to grow his hair out long, tuck his weiner between his legs and blow peen like its fun to do. THAT kind of bitch.

Why are the teen dork pack agents of mystery cooperating with this Watcher narcs? Buncha snitch bitches. Furthermore, just point to Buffy’s track record and say, OBJECTIVE DATA MUTHAFUCKAS, personal interviews yield mad dubious human capital allocations, YOU GET NOTHING BUT CONFIRMATION BIAS AND PISSED OFF PARANOID EMPLOYEES. Recognize my training as a master business administrator, you slugs.

Hey Buffy’s fake kid sister Dawn, I just thought off this: DON DON DON DON DON, DON BA DOOBY DON DON DON DON DON, DON BA DOOBY DON, WAH WAH WAH WAH-AAAAH.

A new fold on the clitoral hood of the Bufffyverse, the Ancient Order of the Knights of Byzantium. There are thousands of them, the captured guy with the forehead tattoo SWEARS. Oh my god you dolts, listen here good, THERE CAN BE NO ANCIENT ORDER OF THE KNIGHTS OF BYZANTIUM. The Byzantine Empire was a modern (relatively) term, coined in the Renaissance (or maybe later, again, this is with NO INNERNEBS) used to distinguish the older, Western half of the Roman Empire, centered in Rome, natch, with the newer, Eastern half that survived longer, whose capital city was Constantinople (now Istanbul, yeah I know the song, yadda yadda yadda). So you know what these ancient and noble Byzantine Knights from Byzantium would have called themselves? FUCKING ROMANS YOU GALLOPING STAMPEDE OF HORSESHIT. READ A FUCKING BOOK, JESUS.

Then Buffy tells the council so suck her perky tits and they all oblige. And now the council is GILES’ bitch.

And Glory(hole) the main bad guy is not a demon, she’s a god. Well don’t tell Vishnu, he’s gonna bet totes jelly of this one, what with Shiva already hogging the spotlight, that fucking slut, that fucking deity queen!

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