Oh- and the thing with the hairspray? Fantastic!

My deep and abiding love for Buffy the Vampire Slayer is well documented, by which I mean "is on my Facebook page." I love the show, I love the comics, and at some point I'll probably start a semi-tragic collection of Buffy-related memorabilia and novelty items. Last night, that love was tested like never before.

Last night, I watched the Buffy movie for the first time in seven years.

Oh y'all. Have you watched this movie lately? It's ridiculous. Like super-ridiculous. Paul Rubens spends like, 30 minutes dying. Someone apparently decided that really slow front walkovers were totally practical moves when fighting for your life. Oh, and the vampires fly. Well, more accurately, the float. Not in fights. Mostly just to freak people out. Or help with awesome jump-shots.

I just want to make sure you caught that last part: a vampire uses his super-powers to play varsity basketball. Against Ben Affleck. Which is neither here nor there, but it seemed worth mentioning.

You need to go watch this movie. Right now.

If you won't do it for me, do it for Kristy Swanson.

Let's just get this out of the way now...

I'm a nerd. And I need you to understand that I don't mean this in the everyone's-a-nerd-about-something way. You know the people who are like "Oh, I'm such a fashion nerd - I can't bear to leave the house without looking head-to-toe trendy and gorgeous!"? I'm not that girl. (sidebar: that little punctuation party back there can't possibly be correct, but I lack the drive to figure out how to do it properly. I just wanted you to know that I know it's jacked up.) I'm not the person whose nerdy confessions are actually things that make me seem super-cool. I'm the girl whose glasses broke in the middle freshman year, and who hence had to spend months with a broken-off paper clip and a piece of safety pin standing in for the screws.

I'm that kind of nerd.

And at night, right before my I drift off into nerdy dreams about being The Doctor's new companion, and getting to save the world in the season finale Rose Tyler or Donna Noble style (no offense to Martha Jones, but come on - Rose manipulated the space-time continuum, Martha told a story.) I ask the universe for one thing: That Alyson Hannigan work with Joss Whedon again.

It's not that I don't like her on How I Met Your Mother. I think it's a great show, and I think every member of the core cast is integral. But there's got to be a good chunk of time between the filming of seasons, and that would be an excellent time to knock out some sort of Joss Whedon project about a strong, complex, female lead who does...something. To be honest, I don't even care what it is that the character does. She could be an ass-kicking sanitation worker; as long as it's Alyson Hannigan and Joss Whedon, I'm there.

I understand that there may be doubters out there - on HIMYM her character has been mostly centered on comedy (with the exception of the end of season 1) - but have you seen the last chunk of Season 6 of Buffy? Because that needs to happen for you right now. Alyson Hannigan needs to kick ass Joss Whedon style again. The world needs Alyson Hannigan to kick ass Joss Whedon style again. And if it could be alongside Amy Acker and Gina Torres, even better.

Oh, and Alan Tudyk.


Sorry. I'm done now. I promise next time I'm geek out less in my post.
Unless it's after I've seen this week's Doctor Who, in which case all bets are off.