In which Jonathan Harker does his Rockford Files routine and absolutely no one has learned their lesson.
Wow, these people have seriously never read a book or seen a movie. They haven’t even read their own diaries!
Is there any psychiatrist worse than Dr. Seward?
In which we really do feel sorry for Renfield.
In which the Scooby gang finally forms.
Literally Van Helsing: bUt ThE pErSoN tO wHoM wE oWe AnY cHaNcEs Of SuCcEsS sHoUlD qUiT bEcAuSe ShE’s a LaDy.
In which I ramble incoherently about pointlessly restrictive gender roles and the ways shifts in technology enable innovative storytelling.
Mina Harker could save the world singlehandedly and I bet she wouldn’t even make a typo while she did it.
Alas, poor Lucy, we hardly knew ye. But at least now we’re starting to see the Scooby Gang assemble for real!