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[opabinia]

darla is away on school-business for four days. I dropped her off at Terminal A, the shiny new one.

I have all these bits to update about, but I don't feel like writing, because I've slept through the day, and I want to get something done, so I won't feel like a slob.

Briefly, the ridiculous "henchman" thing has been resolved to my satisfaction. Friday was much better than the rest of my work week. Darla and I had dinner at India Pavillion on Wednesday, after goat kneaded and smushed the knots out of me on her spiffy massage table. If I ever get the money hat, I'm getting more massages. fudjo and I sat around chatting on Thursday evening. That's when we bought his kettlebell online. Last night anechoic, his ladyfriend, fusion_waste, Darla and I drank beer and cider, chatted, and watched the pilot episode of "Firefly." It blew me away, mostly because of its gorgeous spacecraft-related special effects, but also because it didn't suck horrendously in general, the way almost everything else I've ever seen on television does.

I'm writing too much. There are a couple of interesting social options tonight, but I'm feeling reclusive. I think I'll go into the basement and do some straightening up. There's a lot of extra space down there, trapped under crap I can reorganize, condense, or discard. There's also a lot of useful stuff I can never find, because it's all so disorganized, I give up before I even start looking.

Comments

[peculiaire.livejournal.com]

Firefly is totally for awesome.

At first I was a little wishy-washy on the idea and never got to see it when it was on TV, but some friends forced me to sit down and watch their DVDs. And lo, I saw the light.

And now there will be a movie!

[bottleimp.livejournal.com]

Firefly is so totally the shit.

Is the pilot the episode with the discussion of "what the Rievers will do if they catch us?"

*Shudder*

Two tiny bits of awesomeness:

No one spends fucking "CREDITS." They finally came up with new money slang. "Square." Thank you.

NO ALIENS! We're all alone out there. The only habitable planets are the ones we terraformed.

It's shiny.

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

They'll rape us to death, they'll eat our flesh, and they'll sew our skins onto their clothing -- and if we're lucky, they'll do it in that order.

[bottleimp.livejournal.com]

Thanks, you fucker. It helps to see it in writing, it really does. You'll be happy to know that in a later episode they find a ship that's been hit by the Reavers (I checked; that's how you spell it). One survivor: not exactly filled with mirth...

Oh, and evidently they're going to be in the film, too.

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

(I didn't read past the "hit by the Reavers" part, because I want it to be a surprise.)

[bottleimp.livejournal.com]

Oh, it will be. Trust me, it will be. Brrrr.

[anechoic.livejournal.com]

Two more bits of awesomeness:

Space is SILENT.

Only the obscenely wealthy can afford lasers.

[bottleimp.livejournal.com]

Well, then, two more:

SILENT except for the surprisingly good Western (not country!) soundtrack.

The Capt is morally ambiguous: obviously a decent person trying to do the right thing, but not above drop-kicking some bastard into the engine intakes or spacing someone if they deserve it.

NOtice how the earliest habitable stages of terraforming always make your planet scrubby and sagebrush-y? And apparently the Alliance's version of establishing government on newly habitable colonies is purely laissez-faire. We'll deal with whoever comes out on top...

[pyrric.livejournal.com]

I have the "complete series" (sadly, only 14 episodes, thanks to those pigfuckers at Fox) and I'm happy to watch it any time you want.

[anechoic.livejournal.com]

I've already loaned him my copy. A new addict is born!

shiny!

[alonewiththemoon]

Another convert :-)