I’m only one season behind on Lost now. When I started watching, I was three years behind, watching scenes that happened before, feeling as if I had slipped back in time to the year 2004, watching time progress again to 2005 and 2006. So, I’m a little slow in jumping on a bandwagon, and I’d never make it in the fashion world.
I’m time tripping again now, going back a little further in time to see the mighty Buffy in action. At the same time, I am making my way through the archives of Greg Howard, Buffy fan and blogger extraordinaire. It’s September 2003, and California is going through its governor recall election. I don’t have the heart to tell him the Terminator is going to win and that TO will soon be moving to Philadelphia.
Greg jokes about himself and how he was slow in jumping on the blogger bandwagon, but I was a whole four years behind him. He talks of things as blogging cliches, things like making fun of the search terms people use to get to your blog, when I thought that was an original idea I came up with all on my own (don’t you worry, I’ll do it anyway).
Anyway, back in 2003, River Phoenix had already been dead for ten years but was still missed. And before he died, River starred in one of the coolest versions of Shakespeare’s Henry IV, Part I ever — My Own Private Idaho. If you’ve never seen it, don’t you worry about young Keanu — he was always good at playing young stoner types. Back in the day.