CYBERSNARK

No, it's not the bluehands. My mom's computer has. . . I don't know what. Caught a virus, shorted out, popped a connection, died from extreme old age (it was built in the mid-90s). . . I tried to turn it on this afternoon after getting home from work. It konked out before even booting up. Rebooted, then it told me that these graphics settings won't work with this monitor (the monitor we've had for about a year). I tried to fix it in control panel, but that just makes it hang up and need rebooting again. It's currently stuck at 640 by 480 resolution, with 16 colours, and is flickering in an eye-searing fashion. I've been sitting here not 10 minutes and my head is throbbing. I need to scroll sideways to read a single line of Email, and pages reload multiple times (it needs to reload once for every image on the page). Letters are about half an inch tall (too big even for my nearly sightless mother), and it's trying to access a dial-up account that hasn't existed for about 3 years (mom has DSL). This machine was never stable in the best of times; takes about 15 minutes to boot up, will hang up if I ask it to do more than one operation at a time, pauses every half-hour or so to frantically try to access drive A (for no discernable reason), needs over a minute to open a "properties" tab, has wonky colour settings, and occasionally crashes for no apparent reason. I've delivered an ultimatum: either a new computer or internet access for my own still-healthy, (relatively) blindingly fast machine (it has it's own gremlin, but it actually seems to [I]like[/I] me), but I have zero bargaining power here (mom is as self-reliant as she is self-centred, and she has no [I]reason[/I] to listen to me). Mom says she'll call the computer guy tomorrow (read: sometime this month. Maybe). He'll no doubt be able to restore some basic functionality and she'll keep using this one. It's fine for her needs (basic Email, solitare, and Wordperfect), which means. . . I'm humped. What all this comes down to is I may not be here for a while. See y'all later.

KAYNA

Yes Rain. Lots and lots of rain. It has been raining here for the last 5 days. I usually like rain. I like to run around barefoot in it. I like getting soaked with rain water but this is starting to get to me. I haven't seen the sun in a week and our yard has turneed into a small lake. I'm just praying the septic doesn't flood. See, one of the best parts about a good rain is the way everything feels ands smells after. Colors seem brighter. and the air seems clearer. And the way it smells...you can smell the eart and the grass. You can almost smell the color. I want that part to get here. If it doesn't stop soon all I'll be smelling is sewage. I don't want that to happen.

STEAMER

Every day, I find a new parallel with Mal. And today brings another one. He has nothing left to his life but his job and his crew. I have lost almost everything and everyone I ever had, for one reason or another. His only means of survival was to keep flying. I have only to finish out the day and get to the next. It strains the mind a bit wondering how a man's life gets to this point - what he did to deserve it. Mal was a rebel but it doesn't mean he was in the wrong. And I'm just a guy who thought with the wrong internal organ, made one stupid decision and turned his whole life into a rollercoaster ride of agony and ecstasy. What happened to Mal's family, to his comrades in arms? What happened to everyone I loved, everyone I thought loved me? No one close to me has died recently (knock on wood), but an unshakable sense of loss bites at me nevertheless. Maybe that was part of the tension between Mal and Inara. Maybe the only thing he really needed to die a happy man was love, but for the life of him he couldn't find it, nor could it be bothered to look for him. Then Inara came and then she went, and Mal's chance was gone. It slipped from my grasp, likewise. Everybody says that when you stop looking, that's when it'll come. But I stopped looking a year ago, and there's nothing. Not even a friendly devious glance from any direction. Life may be good overall, but verily this is the first time it hasn't sucked; and although not at the corner of No and Where, I'm very much alone out here, and so at almost 27 I'm a mean old man. I know what you're all going to say now, I'm young, I've got time, it won't always be this way, rant, rant, rave, rave. But when both sides leave you there, battered, burned and given up for dead, the sky goes dark: it no longer matters where you are or who you are, and the enemy is everywhere, and everyone. So here's us, on the raggedy edge. Mal is rudderless. I'm drifting from nowhere to nowhere. Wind blows northerly, he goes north. Wind is southerly, I drift south. Come a day I'll no longer know the difference between a hawk and a handsaw, nor will I care. [i]somewhere there's a soccer game I can hear the wild crowd moan it's not that life here's distasteful to me it's just that I'm all alone in time I'll only think of you when I'm buttering my toast or in some other reflective moment when I expect the least or the most it's not that it's such a mystery I saw it from miles away.[/i]

NEEDLESEYE

I was working at the Muskogee Ren faire in Oklahoma. (Silver Leaf Designs) And Cedric of Bedlam Bards was kind enough to come by with a copy of On the Drift. See vendors rarely get to visit or see shows. He was so thoughtful. Anyway, xie xie! I hope I can come watch a show at some point before the faire ends! *smooch!*

REGINAROADIE

After two months of final projects, one final test, and training for my new job, I finally have managed to crank out a new chapter of YOU CAN'T GO HOME AGAIN. And so far, I've only gotten three responses. It's a bit disheartening when you spend two months on something and only get three posts, and none from you regular patrons. Misskitten, Cliomuse, Leighloki, AMDOBELL, Screw, gobluguy, artships, Lady Knight, Fredikayllow, or any of my regular readers. If you're reading this, please comment on my story. Peace

LAUGHINGMUSE

(I cannot brain today. I have the dumb.)

JORJAREYNOLDS

Well my long awaited fic is going well. The first parts should be out this week, the others will need more editing and writing of course, but hopefully it should be out soon instead of rummaging around in my head. Anyway for those new to my fic, a brief idea can be seen on the link below. Jorja FIC LINK:

VINTERDRAKEN

Watched two movies today that I hadnt seen before, thought I might review them since I aint got that much to say today anyway. V for Vendetta was an excellent movie. It had some very good actors, good effects, a griping story and some interesting ideas. I liked pretty much everything about this movie, a definete must see. I give it 4/5. Scary Movie 3 on the other hand wasnt all that great. Granted, it was funny at times. But it had a lame story, low-pun humor, bad acting, and was filled with cliches. Im not much for Parodifilms, and this was far from the best of them. I give it a 2/5. Now, to my other notes about today. Saw some more Angel today and boy was I suprised when Adam literally kicked the door down! Seing forward to more of him further on in the series. And one last thing, I came to wonder the other day how many actually read the blogs here at Fireflyfans.net so I would like to ask you to post a comment if you read this, kinda like a poll. Well, thats all for this time. See you around the Verse!

SASSALICIOUS

So my roommate went home for a week and absconded with discs 3 and 4 of Firefly. She also lent out discs 1 and 2 to a friend. Maybe she gave discs 3 and 4 to the same friend . . . but dammit! She could have given me 1 and 2 back. Withdrawal sucks.

CRACKERS

Wow damn, hey Browncoats - oh its so shiny to be back after a long and dreaded trip in that parallel universe REALITY. :bash: I really do try to leave reality in the realm of ignorance. However, no matter how hard you try & deny it accessibility to your verse, REALITY will find a way to shove its head right where it don't belong & bite you on the gorram butt, Arrrrrrrggg. OK, now I've had my rant I have got few good things to share with my fellow Browncoats. Ah, I had the dreaded birthday last week - yes I'm now officially 39 :blush: but oh did I have a good day. I was chauffered around all day in a brand new Commodore Sportz sedan, by a wonderful lady. Haven't yet converted her to Fire Fly/Serenity verse - but I'm working on it. (Any Tips Browncoats?) Anyhow She took my out to The Essential Supply Depot (Barossa Valley Winery) to replenish my stock - YES fans I replenished my stock of the Mystical Elixer 'SABLE' - oh Yeah! :biggrin: Also got taken to a local farm and got 4 litres of milk straight from the cow for 25 cents/litre - Cooooool. My other verse OTR has had to take a back seat to gorram REALITY to, as the loathsome beast came up and gave me a shot of gastro virus just to let me know it was still there, hmmmmmmmmm. Anyway my OTR has led me into a fine appreciation of some great old and new Jazz - oh and I'm loving it. Recently I just bought cd's of Jamie Cullum, Michael Buble, Rene Olstead, Harry Connick Jnr, Frank Sinatra, Louis Armstrong and more. So besides my rant everything is shiny even if REALITY has been lurkin' around. Well back to it Browncoats - later on.

DALEEN

don't know what to say, but something's gotten into me that wants to be let out...but i haven't figured it out...gorramit :blast: :bash: :fork: I Must be feeling violent...but I'm really just an angel:wink:. Actually I'm just feeling a bit under the weather:crap: trying to writer a short story and counting down the days until the school year is over.:evil: See who ever reads this later. ~Daleen

COSMICFUGITIVE

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AZBROWNCOAT

Why is it everytime I drive down the freeway and see someone with a flat tire there is always a HP officer helping them change their tire. Yet when I blow a tire I wind up doing it all by my lonesome. Where is the fairness in that? Heck, I even saw a guy getting help once. Granted I did get the tire changed in less than 5 minutes, but it is still the principle of the thing. There I was a woman stuck on the side of the road at dusk and I had to change my own tire. I hate my competence sometimes. Love it, but hate it. I will never get to be rescued by some knight on a white horse. Knowing me, I would befriend the dragon and lop off the head of the evil king alll before his knightlyness even gets out of bed. And I wonder why I intimidate guys. Maybe that is why I am learning to knit....NAW. I just wanna make myself a shiny cunning cap.

PIEKY

Just had to say it. Got A2 levels startin soon and Firefly is gettin me through. Wave ya hands in the air for Serenity! *Waves hands in the air* WOOOOO

CHOO1701

So, i'm on another sci fi forum, and a good member/friend of ours is banned by the mods... Suddenly, the forum explodes (in a way). The members friends/fellow posters want him re-instated...to kind of "lighten up" the situation a certain person (me :crap:) posted: We need a hope song... come back in the morning and a fellow poster posted this ( i think you know the tune...) Enjoy and discuss :wink: [b][u]The ballad of hope: [/u] "Take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free, You can't take the forum from me Take me out, to the black You know I'm still comin back Burn my profile, and boil my avi You can't take the forum from me Have no place I can be Since the mods banned me But you can't take the forum from me!!!"[/b] To Joss and the fellow browncoats, i apoligise...I'm going to the special hell..again... :knife:

VINTERDRAKEN

Wrote some on my Fanfic today, to tired to transfer it to a computer though tonight so you will have to wait. Managed to convince a friend to join up here soon to today! Well, really tired now, so goodnight and we will talk tomrorrow! See you around the Verse!