Location: San Diego Convention Center

Mood: Jubly Early!

Good day fellow fantasy questers questees questions… seekers!

I have returned from my journey. As you know, I was at a gathering of brilliant minds and talents, known to the lay man as a Science Fiction Convention. I went in costume so as not to give away my true identity, not for fear of ridicule (as that is one of the few places I would not fear that), but because I was on a secret quest to find an actual prop from one of my favorite movies. They had for auction one of the really real life… oooh, I’m so excited I can barely type this… Deloreans used in Back to the Future!!! I knew I had to have it, but my arch-nemesis, we’ll call him Biff (seems appropriate), was determined to outbid me and win the Delorean.

Biff had contacted me before the event to let me know that he would be watching for me and so would his body guards, thus why I donned the costume. Although I probably would have gone in costume anyway. My costume was made by my wonderful cook, Mrs. Lovett. She can really use a sewing machine, that lady. She made me a great costume from the classic 80s cartoon, Thundercats. I was Panthro, complete with big, muscley arms. They made me feel tough. I brought my body guard along as well. Tori was dressed as Cheetarah and I’m not ashamed to say, she was smoking hot!

The Con was great. I got some action figures, comic books, video and computer games, and some awesome t-shirts. When it was time for the auction, Tori and I stayed toward the back. I didn’t want to be too conspicuous. Biff’s goons were pacing on the sidelines, just waiting to see when I would make my move. There were some really terrific items: a cape from Superman III, the Dread Pirate Robert’s mask from The Princess Bride, and a life size model of Jabba the Hut. I almost bid on that last one, but I knew what was coming and had to hold out.

The Delorean came one stage and everyone gasped. I won’t bother you with the boring details of the bidding war. Needless to say, it went for a rather large amount of money. At one point Tori had to step on one of Biff’s body guard’s feet. I may have heard a crack. He didn’t come back for more after that. It was the kind of auction everyone wants to be a part of. The auctioneer was talking a mile a minute. Everyone was really into it. Some people may have bid that didn’t mean to, then were relieved when someone outbid them. In the end, an old man with white hair held out longer than anyone else. Come to think of it, he did look remarkably like Christopher Lloyd. Could it have been? Nah, probably just a costume.

I was a little let down after the auction, but then I met Peter Mayhew, who played Chewbacca. I got an autograph and talked a little Wookie with him. It was a great way to end an awesome weekend.

In my next entry, I’ll try to tell you about my newest project. I think you’re going to love it.

Until next time, this is David signing off
Live Long and Prosper \\//

(with help from Ben Hutchings)

Tue Jun 2 – 2:34 am
Mood: Frustrated
Eating: Nacho cheese Doritos
Drinking: Barq’s
Pete blew off David’s D&D game again. That’s twice in the past month. We all sat around playing Munchkin while I repeatedly called Pete’s cell – leaving a string of voicemails. David took it as a commentary on his Game Mastering abilities, of course. And Bob’s talking about kicking Pete out of the group. Everyone else is very carefully staying out of it. I’ve been “volunteered” to talk to Pete about this – the joys of being his roommate, I guess. No sign of Pete yet, and I gotta get some sleep before work tomorrow…

Tue Jun 2 – 6:23 pm
Mood: Chagrined
Eating: Pepperoni Pizza
Drinking: Mountain Dew
Pete was really apologetic. He got sidetracked by those UFO nuts he’s been hanging out with lately. He called the group up and apologized – even Bob was mollified, so all’s good on that front. I’m just a little worried about his new “friends”. Losing track of time and being a bit late is one thing, but losing an entire night? Weird…

Wed Jun 3 – 9:30 pm
Mood: Mellow
Eating: Crunch ‘n’ Munch
Drinking: Dew
Just catching up on my reading. Ok, so it was RPG books – but that counts, right? ;p

Wed Jun 3 – 11:37 pm
Mood: Annoyed
Ok, this is getting ridiculous. Pete’s WoW clan has been IMing me, he blew off his clan’s Blood Forge raid tonight. I’m guessing it’s the UFO nuts again… He hasn’t been this flaky since he tried dating that barista.

Thu Jun 4 – 6:42 am
Mood: Worried
Eating: Strawberry Pop Tarts
Drinking: Strawberry Quik
Now I’m wigging out. No Pete this morning, and it doesn’t look like he slept here at all last night. Unless he’s dating someone seriously (that I don’t know about), then I don’t know where he could have been… Surely he wouldn’t have been all night with the UFO nuts?

Thu Jun 4 – 6:57 am
Mood: Apprehensive
Noticed a voicemail on the machine and it was from Pete. He was hanging out at the Hollywood Cemetery for some reason last night. He was on his way back – but he obviously never made it. Now I’m really worried. Police won’t do anything, because he hasn’t been missing for 24 hours yet. I’m going to check out the cemetery after work, if he hasn’t surfaced by then.

Location: Warehouse in Los Angeles
Mood: Hungry

Hungrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry.

GRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Wesleyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Meannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

Killllllllllllllllllllllllllllled.

Usssssssssssssssssss.

Walkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr.

GRRrrrr.

Mooooooooooooooooooooannnnnn.

Stillllll hungrrrrrryyyyy.

Argghhhhhhhhhhhh.

Location: Los Angeles
Mood: Dark

Leftover Chinese takeaway does not a balanced breakfast make, but I’m running late this morning so it will have to do. Hoping I’ll have time to pick something up, it’s that or more re-heated beef Chow Mein. I ordered too much, it was Fred’s favourite dish and we’d always run out. I didn’t get it from the usual place encase they recognised my voice and ask how Angel and everyone was (we saved the owners from a Serparvo Demons once.) The Blue Sun restaurant turned out to be a good alternative, though the fortune cookies were some of the strangest I’ve read. (Yes, I was lead to believe that the main function of a blog was to discuss eating habits. It seemed like a good place to start – though that could be the lack of sleep and post-celebratory hangover talking.)

My new team felt like celebrating the completion of our first job and how none of us died and or got chomped on by zombies. The festives turned out well, though I have no illusions that I’ll ever see my security deposite again and one of my bookcases doesn’t look dissimilar from charcoal. I should never have asked Hawkins to replicate the spell he used on Arnold – magical demonstrations and scotch don’t mix figuratively or literally.

Apart, from that I’m satisfied with my new colleagues, and despite not knowing a great deal about one another, we seem to be working well together. I suppose it comes from understanding one another we’ve all lost the people that mattered to us. Maybe there are possible friendships for us to build on, well maybe not Hawkins, he worked at Wolfram and Hart for many years, maybe if he replaces my furniture I’d be willing to reconsider.

I’m also uncertain about Jones allegiances and if they’re still with Justine. I’m certain she is some how involved with Angel and Cordelia’s disappearances, and perhaps the key to finding them will be in finding her first. I doubt I will ever be close to my old people again but I do realise that world needs it’s champions.

Diana’s the one I’m most trusting of her agenda is pretty clear. She’s the one that convinced me to starting writing this blog when I mentioned that I was no longer keep a record of things. I don’t think I’ll go back to keeping my ‘Watcher’s journal’ something I kept writing even after being fired. It became less appealing when I recorded a fake infanticidal prophecy down in it.

I’m enjoying this form of recording my thoughts there’s a vibrancy too it that I’ve found like in Watcher’s journals. I’ve seen old volumes of them, many of them are achieved in the vaults of the Watcher’s headquarters in London. Vaults that could aptly be described as crypt for old thoughts; those that wrote them down no more living than the creatures they sent their Slayers after in the continued kill or be killed struggle. This we were taught nothing of, not of the thousands of dead girls names and expiration dates on yellowed pages. No, that wasn’t our first lesson (or even two hundredth.)

Thankfully all the journals I kept while an active Watcher were destroyed, which didn’t leave the Council too happy with me, shortly before firing me, as the considered them their property. I also had to endure a phone call from my father about failing in my responsibilities. I tried to explain about that they were in Sunnydale high school when it exploded. I felt to embarrassed to mention that I had removed them, along with the rest of Rupert Giles’ library, but that they had been ‘strategically’ placed back in, by one of the Slayer’s friends. Cordelia would never tell me who was behind it.

Then the following year, while working for Angel, his office suffered a similar fate – the office were my diaries were kept. So, maybe the Council are onto a good thing, with keeping them at their main headquarters, it’s unlike to sufferer a same fate as the old office or school.

I really hope this computer doesn’t decide to combust in a ball of fire too (if this blog doesn’t continue then you’ll know why) it had a close call last night.

I think I’ve done enough dwelling on things for today, but sometimes I just can’t help looking backwards, in trying to understand how I’ve gotten where I am.

Mood: Unknown

One of the Sisters suggested that I start keeping a journal. It felt weird holding a pen and poising it over paper. It’s kind of like “hey pen, I know we haven’t seen each other for awhile, but I’m your old pal Willow!” I had to stop myself from using magic to just write what I was feeling. It’d be easier. The paper would absorb my feelings and I wouldn’t have to think about it.

I miss Tara.

And now I’ve made the page all blurry. Good one Will.

Let’s talk about something else.

Apparently Giles thinks I should keep talking with the folks back in Sunnydale, but I’m still not sure if I can get to the point where the pain in their voice doesn’t make me want to bury my head in the nearest mire. Oh yes diary, I’ve learn British. It’s a confuse-y language – so many words are the same, but they’re used different. The other day I think I offended Giles when I expressed my frustration. So I’m staying out of the word wars for now.

Anyways, Sunnydale folks and I haven’t been chatting. I mean, I’ve only been here a short while, so it’s not like they should be calling. If they wanted to. So it was surprising when Dawn called up and said that Fred wanted my email address. Of course, when I got Fred’s email I knew why it was so important. I asked Giles what to do, and he said I could give Fred some suggestions, but to leave the magic to Wesley. Fred’s been kind of evasivey about Wesley’s help — I think I sensed some tension there when I went to tell them about Buffy. Maybe Fred doesn’t understnd Britishisms either. Or it might be the Watcher stare. I’ve been getting a lot of that stare lately.

Anyways, I hope they find Angel soon, but you know it’s not the first time he’s gone missing. He always seems to pop up again. He’s a big vampire, he can take care of himself. Fred wanted to invite Buffy out to LA, but given their history, I told her that might not be a good idea.

So my life line to home is emails to a girl I hardly know, it’s not much, but with how I feel I’m clinging on to them like this pen… hopefully we all can work it out.

Location: LA, USA
Mood- Angry

I have had a really stupid day today! And I mean stupid!

Firstly my “Dad” has disappeared along with his “girlfriend” and I’m supposed to be all upset that he’s gone. Why should I? He does this all the time. F and G, the people my father works with were all mopey and sending emails to anyone they could think of. Dad’s like a cat. I’m sure if we leave the door open, he’ll drift back in at some point. Really, I’m surprised they haven’t got me putting up posters. “Have you seen this man? Warning: He bites”.

But I was worried about C, Dad’s girl. I know she can take care herself but Los Angles isn’t the safest place.

So, I went to look for her. I asked some people, checked the dumpsters, that kind of thing, but no luck. The others thought they could help but they just started kicking at bins and talking to bums. They were slowing me down. And all that time she could be lying in an alley somewhere. Bleeding. Alone… I don’t want to think about it.

Finally, I got a chance to go by myself. I work a lot better when I don’t have the two lovebirds tweeting away all the time.

After helping with a bit of redecorating in exchange for some information, I went to look in Chinatown. Strange smells and people shouting. Full of people with nothing to say but a strange need to just talk at you. This sort of people would make you buy a “one of a kind, very rare” bottle which you see twenty of behind the curtains.

After looking in thirteen different places I finally ended up in a Chinese restaurant. The second I walk in, the girl behind the desk is all over me. “You cute! You like my big eyes?” It was sickening really. I just wanted some information not some “sweet or spicy” bimbo. I didn’t want a date especially not with the likes of her.

And I told her in frank terms that I wasn’t interested and that she could stop trying. I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. But somehow she took offense.

Women! Horny women!

That came out wrong. Or did it? I’m leaving it in.

Okay. Fine. Maybe I was rude but I… I know some men would like the fact she had a… it really doesn’t matter. I wasn’t interested. I can’t believe everyone’s angry with me!

Whatever.

I got back to the hotel empty handed apart from some incense to find out the others had also failed. Not that I was expecting much. And what had they done? They had ordered Chinese! Why not? I truly believe they do it to annoy me.

(I think F was drunk. She was talking A LOT and giggling but she does that anyway. It’s her “thing”.)

So we ate and I had to watch them. Of course they can’t eat food like normal people Oh no, they have to hold it up to each other’s mouths and steal little kisses here and there. And the rubbing. Oh the rubbing!

That said, the food was pretty good. I mean, I’ve had better, but it was alright.

Then, I was just sitting in my chair, full of fats and chemicals, when I noticed the table was starting to grow.

Of course I knew that a table had no right to be growing, so I braced myself for trouble.

Next thing I knew there were food cartons the size of houses and that puddle of dim sun sauce I had spilt earlier was a lake. If you want to be put off duck pancakes just have a river of the sauce flow past you. The smell is hideous. And I spend time in sewers!

But it seems that certain people are unused to shrinking and F started babbling AGAIN!

Holtz told me that it used to be that the only suitable time to strike a woman was when she was in hysterics. I thought about giving her at most a tap to stop her talking about cows.

Instead of this, G just stroked her hair like she was a horse and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

And I simply pointed out that there was a good chance we were stuck like this.

Oh but that really set F off bawling. And it was all, “Don’t upset her. She’s very sensitive!” I swear he treats her like an animal.

Speaking of animals, G got defensive and tried to attack like he was the big dog.

Then I might have overreacted and tried to attack him with a chopstick.

But that’s beside the point. I mean, they dodged. AND I helped find the hand written message in the fortune cookie! So, really, I saved the day!

After much turning of paper (and people getting hit by spoons. That was pretty funny) we found that Little Miss Horny was the cause of all this.

“You belittle me? Ha! Now you be little!”

Women! Stupid punning demonic women!

It’s the whole literal genie thing that demons have going for them! You ask for a drink of water and they pour it on the floor because you didn’t ask for a cup. I hate that.

Look, I’m going to keep coming back to this. I simply tell a girl I don’t like her and then it becomes this big life threatening thing. I’ll give you most things with us become life threatening but it’s still not my fault. Fully.

So after I left them to babble, the lovers had came up with a brilliant idea. We had to climb the counter to do some reading.

Oh, but of course we did. That was the most sensible idea we could have come up with in the situation. A climb. Full marks! Do have a point!

For the record, while everyone is pointing fingers at me, I’d like to point out I caught F when she fell off the table. I didn’t have to. I could have let her fall on her skinny behind. But I didn’t. So there was no need to call me names. Whatever.

And when the run from table to counter couldn’t have gotten more fun, the door blew openned wide and Horny stepped inside.

So it was a quick sprint and clamber (the sort of thing I used to do before breakfast) and we were on the counter.

We stood there watching the chow mein being trampled into the carpet while F scanned the book.

After some very careful page turning it seemed the tea we ordered really was “old family recipe” and could bring us back.

Deus ex tea. Which was lucky. I wanted a Coke.

F couldn’t help but shout about how smart she was for finding out the answer which nicely gave away our location to the scorned girl. She came stomping over all ready to squash us.

So we shot her with a crossbow.

Like you do.

Nothing like a little pain to make one change one’s tune. Suddenly she was so apologetic and weepy. But I ignored this and helped F get back to the table and the spilt tea.

The river of tea had joined Lake Dim Sun which made it a less than pleasant drink. Again, I’ve had worse.

So, it seems that all of this could have been averted if I had just gone on a date with Jade or whatever her name was. She span quite the sob story about how young and innocent she was (Never been kissed!) and how she never wanted to hurt us and she would have never done it if I had told her she had eyes like a seal or something. Stupid girl.

After Jade had been bandaged up and put in a taxi F tried to sit me down. She held my hand and gave me the talk on how I should act around people or things that are different to me. How I mustn’t tar a race or species just because their distant cousins once tried to rip out my lungs.

When she saw I wasn’t really appreciating her efforts, she went off to get a flipchart and marker pens. I just snuck up to my room while her back was turned. I am ninja.

But today was…Stupid! It’s all just so…

I have a headache.

I’m going for a walk. Carnival’s in town. I want to see the guy’s face when I beat his game with those blunt darts.

Mindless violence.

That should cheer me up.