I wish I could say I was a Joss Whedon fan from the beginning. The beginning, for me, being the tv show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yes, there was the movie. Certainly he wrote episodes of Roseanne prior to that. Even working on the Toy Story screenplay came before Buffy premiered on Fox. The tv show, though, unlike anything before, was all Joss.
The first I remember hearing about it was from my Physics teacher in eleventh grade. I was less than impressed. “Wait”, I thought, listening to the recap of the episode, “The broody vampire’s true moment of happiness was when he had sex with this girl? Really? And then he turns evil? How lame is that?” Possibly I was sneering in my head. I don’t know how long it was after this when someone told me how many letters the show received due to that one episode: letters from teenage girls relating how they’d finally slept with their boyfriends and then they’d turned into jerks and assholes. I began to understand Buffy wasn’t dumb schlock, like so much other tv, but a story speaking to our lives through the medium of vampires, monsters and other creatures that go bump in the night.
Since then I’ve watched most of what Whedon has created. I have, however, received it piecemeal and sporadically. I’ve never examined Joss’ oeuvre as a whole and thus conceived of this project: to watch everything he has written and had a hand in creating from before the beginning until I catch up to the latest movie or tv show. I write mainly for my own pleasure, and because a professor I knew once said until you’ve written down a thing, you haven’t really thought it out. I am pleased by any company I may have on the way.