10 years ago this week, an ex-cheerleader kissed a dead guy.
Can you believe it? The kiss that launched a thousand scripts happened 3,650 days ago (which WGP™ says is equal to the number of Spuffy stories posted on the web this week.)
10 years is a big damn deal, yo.
(Did you know that the 10th Year Anniversary is the "Tinfoil Anniversary?" I shudder to think of the implications : "Happy Anniversary, baby! Well, yeah. It is a leftover sandwich...but see? It's wrapped in tinfoil! That means I love you! Baby? Sweetheart?")
The only formal "10th anniversary event" I've experienced is my high school reunion (which I did not attend.) I'm still in touch with my best high school friends, but as time goes by, they remind me of Law & Order. You know, when Briscoe patiently interviews a group of eyewitnesses to a crime and they ID the perp as simultaneously a fat guy with a hat, a chinese woman with one leg and a cone-shaped robot?
My buddies have become like this when recalling our school days (except for the part about the robot - there is no denying that.) Over time, their memories have acquired this... Spielbergian golden glow? - while mine are more...I don't know, Ed Wood channeling Werner Herzog.
It is part of nostalgia I guess - to elide things that don't fit with what we want to remember and to pine for things that never where. This got me to thinking (as too many things do) about Buffy.
Sunnydale was a town with a similarly cheery view on things. While their legendary denial was a subject for humor, exasperation or conspiracy theory, I think it might have been necessary. Their only other option was to somehow live under the terrible weight of knowing they were nothing more than whimpering meat to the hungry hunters waiting in the dark. (I am still haunted by the world of "The Wish.")
Time and again, the non-supernatural citizens of Sunnydale would paper over each event so that they could bring it in line with their own view of an ordered world, one where Happy Meals©®™ most emphatically do not have legs. One where anything out of place could be explained away and then forgotten.
This year, the class of '99 would just be starting their planning for the 10th Anniversary Razorback Reunion. Most of them have probably moved on with their lives, but might sometimes look back with warmth - remembering what they want, and forgetting the rest, except perhaps the dead. (Click on the thumbnail, below.)
Got your own thoughts on the Class of '99? Share the love...but hang on to the tinfoil.
I still say Cordelia was sent off on a secret mission by her new bosses and her death was faked so her old boss wouldn't send people after her and try to "help."
And Harm, as far as I'm concerned you're still cheap.
Posted by: D'C'A' | April 20, 2007 at 09:21 AM
"Welcome Tucker's brother"
This at first creeped me out a little, because my brother's name is really Tucker.
Then I got the Andrew reference.
Love the mock site. It's awesome.
Posted by: Hunter | April 20, 2007 at 10:00 AM
That was the funniest thing I've seen all week. Thank you so much!
Posted by: Ezekiel | April 20, 2007 at 10:03 AM
Thats a riot, thanks!
Posted by: Bib | April 20, 2007 at 10:56 AM
Hahahaha...Loved it. How proud am I that I get all the references!? I especially liked the one about everyone really thinking about Jonathon. I Andrew was wrong, huh?
Posted by: Brando | April 20, 2007 at 12:20 PM
Okay, .... time for my favorite sport (nit-picking)
1-It's Anya Jenkins not Emerson.
2-Tucker had a younegr brother, not a twin.
Posted by: D'C'A' | April 21, 2007 at 11:16 AM
Ah, but her name is listed as Anya Emerson in the yearbook.
Awesome. Thanks for this!
Posted by: Silv | April 22, 2007 at 08:14 PM