SEE, I TOLD YOU JOSS WHEDON RUINED MY TV LIFE

Was I wrong?

Angel ended tonight, and I sobbed my little heart out. Spoilers ahead, so if you haven't seen the ep yet, consider yourself warned.

Watching the finale was like watching the Lord of the Rings saga only up until the Battle of Helms Deep. How am I supposed to be satisfied with that ending and no confirmation that TV movies will follow? How am I to make sense of my favorite green guy going all Quentin Tarantino, instead of crooning a life-affirming Gloria Gaynor song...painful.

Now what? Must I make do with Charmed? Can I handle seeing all that cleavage every Sunday night? Do I rent the DVDs of the one season of Joss's Firefly? Do I hole myself up in my apartment with TNT, where my favorite cast members are still alive and battling evil?

I'm at a loss, truly. I need to believe Wesley's still alive. That Fred's still alive. That Gunn's still alive. That Lorne's still my happy green pookie. That Lindsey's strumming on his guitar at some karaoke club, seducing me--I mean, the crowd--with his musical prowess. That Spike's cheekbones survived this apocalypse. That Angel's abs lived to glisten another evening.

I need to mourn, and not feel silly. Can I just do that?

SEE, I TOLD YOU JOSS WHEDON RUINED MY TV LIFE

Was I wrong?

Angel ended tonight, and I sobbed my little heart out. Spoilers ahead, so if you haven't seen the ep yet, consider yourself warned.

Watching the finale was like watching the Lord of the Rings saga only up until the Battle of Helms Deep. How am I supposed to be satisfied with that ending and no confirmation that TV movies will follow? How am I to make sense of my favorite green guy going all Quentin Tarantino, instead of crooning a life-affirming Gloria Gaynor song...painful.

Now what? Must I make do with Charmed? Can I handle seeing all that cleavage every Sunday night? Do I rent the DVDs of the one season of Joss's Firefly? Do I hole myself up in my apartment with TNT, where my favorite cast members are still alive and battling evil?

I'm at a loss, truly. I need to believe Wesley's still alive. That Fred's still alive. That Gunn's still alive. That Lorne's still my happy green pookie. That Lindsey's strumming on his guitar at some karaoke club, seducing me--I mean, the crowd--with his musical prowess. That Spike's cheekbones survived this apocalypse. That Angel's abs lived to glisten another evening.

I need to mourn, and not feel silly. Can I just do that?