A Can of Worms

...and the snow has melted. I have pancakes. With ice cream. Also, coffee.
Spent last evening/night watching Buffy. sparklebutch has earned every right to gloat over his awesome pimping powers (it's probably another facet of that magic of his *grins*), because especially after "Becoming" I am kinda getting the whole Joss worship thing. Amongst other things, apparently Joss bestows good sleep and pretty dreams, from what fragments I can recall.
*muses* Isn't it interesting what kind of fascinating golden idols a fangirl nowadays bows to? Joss Whedon... Russell T. Davies, ... Kripke ... Bellisario (but, you, I warn you, if you put too much Mann into NCIS, I might withdraw my worship. Also, my ancestors were known for whipping failed idols. With willow birches.)...*cough* Um, where were we? Oh, yes, pancakes and Joss. 'Tis little things that make the world better.
And there is the Pet Shop Boys concert tomorrow *fondles ticket inappropriately, but with joy and tenderness*.

Thanks to the awesome pimping powers of sparklebutch I've been watching Buffy recently. "Halloween" was one of the niftier eps so far. Today in chat sparklebutch mentioned a Buffy/Sentinel crossover where Ethan sold something to Blair and I asked with half of my brain active and other half just lazing around: "What, did Ethan got investigated for illegal costuming?" And immediately on the heels of that came the realisation that it'd be a rather logical (crack, most likely, but who cares) story premise to cast Ethan as one of those travelling-between-universes magic-shop-keepers from the Discworld universe (or, to use the Discworld scientific term, taberna vagantes *g*). Especially if one proscribes to the third theory for the existance of those, which postulates that they are a very clever way of sidestepping all kinds of lawas that prohibit dealing on Sundays.
The sad thing is that even if I knew Ethan well enough, I am not able to write Discworld much in the true tone of books, and though sparklebutch has no trouble with Ethan, he claims that he only ever writes one Discworld character, and I don't really see... (well, I can see, but maybe we'll not go into the ideas about Death, Ethan and dam weir bridge). In short, there's a plot bunny embryo feebly flopping around on the table between empty beer bottles and teacups ... does anyone have some blood to offer to feed the poor creature? Seems mine is the wrong type...