Slaying returns

Giddy. As a school girl in love. That is how you may describe me at the moment.

Why?

On March 14, the eighth season of Buffy is at hand. The comics version, anyway. And Joss Whedon will be the “show runner”. He pens the first five issues (and hopefully the last arc, as well). And former Buffy/Angel staffers will also join Jossir: The two Drews (Whee!), Steven DeKnight (Yeah!), Doug Petrie (YES!!), and best of all Jane Espenson (HELL YEAH!!!).

The HQ is Scotland. Nice. Buffy is the general. Inevitably. Giles will rebuild the watcher’s council. I suppose. Xander leads the command center. With his nifty eye-patch, no doubt. Willow will definitely do more goddess-y magicks. With the annoying Kennedy, I guess. Faith will be awesome. And sexy. The slayerettes will be dime a dozen. And for high body count.

I am thrilled.

I hope Spike will make an appearance with Petrie on the helm. Fool for love, anyone? Espenson MUST write at least one Andrew-centric issue. For continuity purposes, of course. (She had written Earshot and Superstar.) I would’ve wanted Tim Minear to be part of the team but I suppose he’d be busy with his new FOX pilot Drive (pimpage!). I would’ve also like David Fury to make a stab at some Faith issues but then again he is busy with Lost. (Plus, Brian K. Vaughan will be writing the Faith arc.)

While I might be relatively well-versed in manga-land, I am hardly familiar with American comics. My credentials consists of several Archie comics (back in the day) and a couple of Astonishing X-men (Whedon/Cassaday) issues. The Buffy run might change the ignorant bliss but I doubt it. Then again, thirty issues in a span of two years is a long time for me to take in the magic of Western comic books.

I once again showcase Buffy geekery. I cannot help it. The mythos is a part of my fandom. And the release of the eighth season is too good to be true.

Or maybe not.