LONEWOLF7

Well, the holidays are over, I have relocated 1,000 miles from my previous position, and am adjusting to a civilian-esque life. Thanks for your patience, and let the postings resume!

ALMEDA

I was eading just a 1 minit ago, me my Sister was talking about Wonder Woman and she ask who would be the new Wonder Woman to my Dad and he said Jennifer Garner and I told him that Joss Whedon is doing it, he said who's Joss Whedon and I said the guy that did Serenity, Firefly, Angel, Buffy then he said oh yeah that movie Serenity is very good. :biggrin: and he really likes Adam Baldwin he said that he's a good actor.

GUYWHOWANTSAFIREFLYOFHISOWN

Whilst renting flyboys at movie gallery I convinced the woman behind the counter to watch Serenity. Just thought you all should know

LEANNE

Im new to the amazing world of firefly and serentiy, spending the last 2 days devoted to watching them! and oh my gosh! cant beleive what i have been missing out on all this time. any chance someone could update me on any developments i have missed in the last year or so as to wether or not there is to be any thing more of firefly or serenity?? I am a apprentice wanting to learn more!!! Thanks people!

JONNYQUEST

Okay. So maybe—and I don’t know how this works so please don’t nobody get offended—but maybe, Phoenix Rose did some of the Hoo-Doo that She-Do so well on me. Maybe it was the Captain Morgan. I found myself in a pretty nice hotel last night. I was treated to the next step in our technology. Pretty cool stuff folks. My credit card has a microchip in it as some do these days. My room assignment was stored on my card and it became my card key to the room! Of course the door had a number touchpad for my PIN. Later during the night, I felt an urge to go out and get a drink. Didn’t want to wake Mrs. Quest so I went alone. When I got back, I wanted to make a quiet entrance. I would have succeeded but for one thing. I used the wrong PIN. Suddenly a loud, piercing beep started. Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep. Like a microwave oven that was done cooking and couldn’t shut up about it. It just kept going. The alarm wasn’t coming from the door or the room though. Or even the hallway. It was coming from my credit card. Embedded with the microchip was a tiny beeper. I was a victim of collusion between the credit card companies and the hotel industry! If someone stole my card and tried to use it improperly, the card wouldn’t shut up so no thief would ever want to use it! I was simultaneously annoyed and amazed. This was a fantastic idea! But how do you get it to shut up? I was apparently not destined to know. The beeping became louder and louder until at last I couldn’t’ stand it anymore. I was becoming panicky. Finally the beeping was loud enough that I awoke from my dream. I got up to hit the snooze. So, before going to bed I was responding to some threads and one of them was Hell’s Kitten’s brief rant on key cards. (I also visited her Flickr site to see what was new and found a pleasant surprise waiting.) I visited Roxy Freefall’s MySpace and read? no [i]watched[/i] her latest blog about moving into their new house, and a couple of the outdoor shots inspired the hotel aspect. As did the fireplace pic I posted at the Pub. And did I mention the rum? But now as I write this, I find that I’m probably going to have to track you down and kill you all for reading this. Because I have revealed to you my million dollar idea and I can let anyone else have it. An easy end to credit fraud. At least some of it. What would that be worth. Well, I have enjoyed your company while it lasted. But now the time has come to end it all. Implanted in this blog is a subliminal signal. I have for months been beaming it to you. With every image I post. You are my thralls. There is, not a “Safe Word”, but an “Initiate Command”. To end yourselves. I’m sorry it came to this but you dear, sweet, wonderful people with your candor and understanding, have contaminated me. I can’t help but put my heart on my sleeve these days and that’s put me in a bad place. I really need to be a millionaire. And you all, well, you are in my way. I’m right sorry about that. Now make your peace.

MAL4PREZ

In an effort to get to know LiveJournal, I am posting the Fish Job there. Of course, as I read it through it again I see all manner of things that need fixing, so I'll be making some minor changes. Possibly major changes as things go on... My theory is to post roughly a chapter every day until I get through FJ and ET, then go into the new one (posted both on LJ and here on FFF.) It'll take a good two months to post all the old stuff, so I hope to be done writing by then - but I make no promises! Anyway, the new fic relies heavily on the old, so if you want to refresh yourself (on a version with fewer errors), take a stroll over to LJ. My posts have the Frankenstein bride jack-o-lantern. :biggrin:

STINKINGROSE

Day 3 at home. In the snow. We have not yet been forced to eat the sled dogs, which is good because we don't have any. :biggrin: The lawn tractor with plow attachment will not start, ergo: we shovel. The roof needs clearing. I made a start, but am quite tired and sore just at present. Happily baking and cooking away, wood stove chugging along nicely. The boy went out to play while Hubbs took a little time off from telecommuting (on dial up, props to him for sheer determination!) to take a turn digging us out. The first tunnel (through the snow bank where the town plow has been leaving its tailings) collapsed, the second one is named Pussywillow. This is a happy child. Missing work? Not so much. Missing pay? More so. The National Weather Service is using terms like "historic" in the forecast. Thank you NOAA, I really needed to know that. So historic vs. record, discuss. Record = measured and documented. Historic = two old coots independently corroborate that their grandfathers said it got up to HERE when they were boys. Whaddaya think?