Interesting opposition about the themesong:
Sunday, 10 October 2004 00:17:02

I didnt write it, but I think its written well: Okay, I really did enjoy Buffy: The Musical, but that doesn't mean that Joss Whedon should go around writing theme songs. In fact, after hearing the theme song for Firefly, I'm going to insist that he stop. Now. Twangy guitar and fiddle music plays as a man sings about how "they" can take his land and all sorts of important stuff away from him, but nobody can "take the sky away" from him. "You can't take the sky from me" is repeated over and over again as the credits show the typical cast list of our intrepid would-be anti-heroes in action. Fine, I can't take the sky away from him, but if I can get my hands on that guitar, at least I won't have to hear about it. I enjoy laughing at those that I disagree with. This is a good anti-firefly comment. I disagree completely (especially after hearing several hundred people sing it at Dragoncon).

Insert angry swearing here
Sunday, 10 October 2004 01:59:36

:censored: computer! I am ready to kill my computer. It's been having the hiccups lately, y'know, stuff not working like it should be. It was sent in for repairs last week, and my god it was weird not having internet access, and I finally got it back today. Much to my dismay, Microsoft Word still isn't opening. But that's not the fun part. I lost my [i]Firefly[/i] fic! :pissed: Like, 15 pages and I wasn't even done. I thought I had managed to save it on a disk but that copy isn't working. Blargh. I'm just too lazy to try writing it out again. I think it's time for a new computer.

What am I going to do?!
Sunday, 10 October 2004 06:00:10

I was SO planning on being Inara for Halloween. . . and now that dream seems to be fading into oblivion. Not having a clear sense of what costume I could pull off in a short amount of time, having no time to put it together, is also being battled by the fact that one of my browncoat quartet decided not to participate, the hwoon dahn. *sigh* This I shall overcome. My friends and I are planning on dressing up to go see the movie when it comes out, though. We're gonna look crazy, being the only Browncoats in the area, going to a movie theatre that never has dress up premieres. . . . . It'll be wild! I hope no one chickens out! Peace out! SerenitysRiver

Homeless, Jobless and in a New City... so Why am I Happy?
Sunday, 10 October 2004 08:39:29

[i]What a weekend![/i] Thursday I picked up Rod at the airport and we packed for a while until meeting other friends for dinner. Can't say enough about the help he's given me, flying up to help me pack and drive down and all... (But since he reads my ramblings now, I'm not going to give his ego any more nourishment or it'll expand to the size of Kansas.) After dinner we went to see Shaun of the Dead... if you enjoy the English sense of humor at all, you've got to see this thing! Best zombie movie I've seen since...um, since... ok, I'm not a big zombie movie fan, but this is a good one. (Let's just say that zombies have never impressed me as supernatural bad-guys. I mean, you could wake up in the morning, see a zombie on your front lawn while getting the paper, have breakfast, shower, respond to e-mail and bake cookies before the damned thing got to the front door. As for how dangerous they are, you could manually insert bullets into this thing with a hammer before it decided that you were worth chewing on.) Go see it! Friday, Kris came over and helped us load my stuff into the moving van. You know, it's funny. I was actually worried that the truck I rented might be too small for the anount of stuff I had, but when it came down to it, I could have gotten the next smaller size down and still had room for a Thai family to settle in. Still, I'm kind of relieved since I've been trying to live a simpler life and off-load some of the "stuff" I've accumulated. After we finished with the truck, I took Kris and Rod with me to see Megan Slankard perform at the Espresso Garden. We met a couple of other friends there and had a blast listening to this 21 year old just knock our socks off with her music! She was soooo good that it's totally astounding that she hasn't been "discovered" yet! She has 2 CD's out that she produced herself with one other person. I talked to her about getting permisson to use her song "Dirty Wings" in our movie, "Finding Love for Annie". She was flattered at being asked and happy at the prospect. Rod promised to send her a copy of the script and got her to autograph one of the CD's "To ANNIE, Good Luck Finding Love. - Megan Slankard". She is just too cool for words... (blatant plug: www.meganslankard.com) After the concert, Rod and I finished tossing a few more things into the truck, loaded up my car onto the trailer, and hit the highway at 1:30 in the morning. The sky was rich with stars and we talked about a little of everything as we drove. Our plans are so damned ambitious but at least they're matched by our enthusiasm. Swear to god, we're like a couple of kids getting ready for summer camp! We made it about halfway down to San Diego before succumbing to the tiny gravity wells that were dragging at our eyelids. After an hour or so of restless sleep (And who really sleeps well sitting upright in a non-reclining car seat?) we got up and watched the rest of the dawn before saddling up and hauling out. Finally made SanD by about 2:30 where Rod's wife, Denise, made us lunch and sent us to separate rooms to catch up on sleep. I slept about five hours and Rod caught about eight. I'm actually stealing time on his computer while they sleep since I've been cut off from the Internet since from Thursday when my job finally, officially, blessedly ended. Speaking of being cut-off, I never really realized how dependent I've become on my internet fix. Without being able to post, read or check up on news, I've felt a little weird... so this is what withdrawls are like? Well, I won't be able to move into my new apartment for another day or so. (The carpets need cleaning.) So I find myself homeless, jobless and carrying my belongings around in a 15 foot Penske moving van. (Something about this sounds vaguely like a country-western song...) But I'm here and ready to start my new life. Now I just have to figure out where I put the damned key to the padlock on the van... [i]Dirty Wings[/i] - Megan Slankard