Yay! for television! First, on the Buffy front: I love Andrew. Big, big love. I think Tom Lenk did a marvelous job making this character who was originally only comic relief into a three-dimensional person who actually affected me this past episode as well as making me laugh. "Buffy, the Slayer of the Vam-PI-res." I felt the last episode of sweeps was the strongest, and without a doubt the funniest episode of the show I've seen in a long time. As much as I love "In my plan, we are beltless." and "We are as goooods!" I've decided that my favorite moment of the whole episode was when Principal Wood was talking about the Hellmouth, and we cut back to Andrew and his whiteboard. And he points to the Hellmouth and smiles knowingly. That was absolutely perfect.

24: Wow. That was an amazing episode. So many things to talk about: first of all, it was nice to see Kim be smart for a change: seeing the television, checking the stations, covering it back up and waiting for the right moment. She was lucky he wasn't really a psycho rapist/killer, but if he had been, I think she would have gotten out okay. I don't envy this girl the day she's had; I'm thinking in terms of trauma it's worse than the "day" before. I loved the Jack/Kate/Marie plot. Laura Harris did a great job as Marie; I really bought that gunshot wound. It was chilling to see how obviously in pain she was, but was still unwilling to break. It was a great contrast to the other two terrorists we've seen a lot of, Syed Ali and Justin Al-Guarini (to borrow the TWoP name), who both broke almost immediately. Kate's reactions to her sister were very real to me, and I am enjoying the dynamic between these two characters even though I don't like Kate all that much herself. Jack, of course, is just brilliant.

But I'd like to take a moment to talk about Sherry and Palmer. First of all, if it comes out that Sherry was telling the truth, and that she was just playing Stanton to get inside the conspiracy, I'll be very disappointed. Remember that phone call Sherry made to Stanton right before Palmer had him arrested and subsequently tortured? Sherry was the one in charge of that phone call. She was the one telling Stanton how to react and what to expect, and she wouldn't be doing that if Stanton were the one heading the conspiracy. I think Sherry's in it deep, and I hope they follow through with that story. I am a touch bit sad with how Palmer's story is turning out: there are so many things to delve into when you have a President facing a crisis like this, and I don't think we're getting into them. I'm not really interested in the conspiracy plot because it's not been very, well, menacing yet. I want to see Palmer coping with the fact that at the end of the day, millions of his citizens could die. I want to see how Palmer is reassuring the country after a reporter has told the public that the President is suppressing news of a terrorist attack and the Counter Terrorism Unit in Los Angeles was bombed on the same day. I want to see the panic and how Palmer deals with that. I hope we get some of that in the future.

Finally, Mason. My dear, sweet George Mason. How I will miss you. I just want to commend the writers and Xander Berkeley for creating such an amazing character. I never would have thought at the beginning of this season how much I would miss this guy after just half a season, but I do. Hats off, y'all.

Well, I was afraid this would happen. We're having some serious tension in the crew. The director isn't quite sure about the direction of the film, we're running out of shooting weekends, and she's starting to unravel a bit. There have been two (2) crying episodes. The editors have decided that they don't need to listen to us, the humble sound crew, and went behind our backs to the director to have her do something that we specifically told them not to do. (In essence, we put a radio mike on the director so we record her questions. They want to radio mike the subjects. The radio mike is not as good as the boom mike, we told them this, they don't care. So now we're going to have to have the sound professor intervene. Not a good time.)

So, this weekend, although I wasn't on set much, was slightly uncomfortable, and class this morning was weird. No one was talking to each other, I don't think I said a single word to anyone on the crew, nor was one said to me. So I'm not sure what we're going to do about it.

I'm constantly amused by native Los Angelenos. It's around sixty degrees outside today. It's overcast, and there's a slight breeze. And people are walking around in coats and scarves. Hello? It's not cold.

Yay for not filming today! We sent a skeleton crew to do vox pop on the streets of LA, and then to re-interview Lois. Well, not interview as much as film B-roll of her working in her house, and possibly doing some arts and crafts. I was torn, because I really, really like Lois, but then again, I kind of needed a weekend off. Unless we film tomorrow, which is a distinct possibility. We haven't gotten call sheets, which makes it rather tough to plan one's weekend, unfortunately.

My boyfriend is going to be at a convention in Pasadena end of March. I'm debating on whether or not I want to go. On the one hand, we should probably meet sometime soon if I'm going to continue referring to him as my boyfriend. On the other hand, I don't want to go alone. Damn you, Caroline! Why did you have to go to France!

Three weeks until spring break! I've been enjoying this semester so much compared to last semester that I really hadn't been keeping track of how long till I got to go home, but now that I know the date is approaching, I'm starting to get a bit anxious. Home is nice. I like home.

See which Greek Goddess you are.

Stupid shins. One of the producers and I started a running program, to be more of the thinner, and we started out too hard, and my shins protested against all the impact. They said, and quite loudly, "OUCH." So tonight we went to the gym on campus, and I did the elliptical machine (which kicked my ass) and the recumbent bike. My legs feel funny. Not ouchy, per se, just...wobbly. I'd like to see some actual results sometime soon (jeans, I'm looking at you...), but I feel better, which I guess is what ultimately counts.

We're nearing the end of principal photography, which kind of makes me sad. I like the crew, and I like getting out of the city on the weekends, and I've honestly enjoyed meeting all the subjects. Making a documentary is a great way to learn more about people in a way you might not otherwise. I certainly wouldn't have ever spoken to Lois, the 80-year old woman who lost a fiancé in World War II, moved to Greece to be a teacher, was a passenger on the first hijacked plane in history, and decided to not have children because she didn't want to create a human being who could be sent off to war. She is just an amazing woman; we talked afterwards about just making a documentary on her. I think we're actually interviewing her again this weekend, which is great.

Buffy? Shut up. Where do you get off telling Willow and Spike they need to tap into the scary, evil darkness inside them that they're both worried about, and then turn around and refuse the same darkness that would make you stronger? Spike, please fall in love with someone else. Faith, Willow, Andrew, I don't care. I want you to be happy, dude, but I don't want to see you with someone I am getting close to actively hating. I think this may be the first time I've ever felt such negativity towards the lead character of anything. Way to screw up your protagonist, Mutant Enemy.

Kim? You know that voice in your head that sounds like the robot from "Lost in Space?" When it starts beeping and flailing its arms and goes, "Danger! Danger, Kim Bauer!" don't just sit on the couch, or go with the Deliverance!Man to his bomb shelter. Run. Away. And. Take. Your. Boobs. With. You.

Jack? You're pretty. Go find Nina. Have some angry sex. Make me proud.