While we were away, I saved Veronica Mars. Sort of via the Kickstarter campaign, but mostly during my brief stint at a Nielsen viewer. I got a week long Nielsen survey in the mail and hosted a Veronica Mars marathon, in part so that we could log it in my diary. Less than a month later, the Kickstarter campaign hit. Coincidence? Probably, but that still makes this extra relevant.
Would we drink coffee with Veronica Mars?
Kristy: Is this a trick question? Absolutely. Unless she sent me a cryptic message inviting me to coffee since that would probably be a sign that she was setting me up for some sort of epic vengeance for something I had done wrong. And as much as I love the clever ways Veronica Mars gets back at those who have wronged her or her friends, there’s no way I want to be on the receiving end of said vengeance. But in a fictional world where I just get to sit and have a cuppa with with Ms. Veronica, it sounds like a blast. First of all, I feel I owe her a cup on behalf of all those who were bullied and/or socially repressed in high school. Second of all, it seems like it would be a blast. Can you imagine people watching with Veronica Mars? You know she’d have some hysterical things to say. Which, on that note, I’m going on record as saying that I’d order an iced coffee so that if I wind up snarffing and one of her witty comments it won’t hurt so bad. As anyone who’s watched the show too much, I’d of course like to ask a few questions like, “Okay, so I applaud you for getting away from the self-loathing rich boy type, but Piz? Really?” And “I know she’s a bitch and all, but why does Madison get the blame for drugging you when it was Dick who put it in her drink?” Plus, potential bonus, you might get to see Veronica make some privileged obnoxious person realize how worthless they really are. And that’s always fun.
Cammy: On the one hand, I want to say “absolutely!” but on the other, for as much fun as Veronica Mars is to watch, she kind of intimidates the shit outta me. One wrong comment and she can and will verbally slice you into tiny pieces. It would be my luck, I’d make a verbal misstep and wind up another victim of that razor wit. I think Kristy is better suited for that match up. So I’ll let her have the coffee and do the asking, and I’ll sit over at the bar and listen in (until Veronica calls me on my eavesdropping, then I’ll just have to go hang out somewhere else and get the play by play from Kristy later).