AURAPTOR

Despite all the chatter about the trailer and screenings and such, I've not taken the DVD's out to watch in a very long time. Till tonight. W/ out the boring details, work has been horrific lately. Up early, home late... been sleeping poorly and eating worse. My brain is mush, I'm so tired. Take 2 episodes, drink plenty of liquids and get to bed early. :smile: Thanks guys, I needed that. Ahhh...

CALLMEATH

Well, I suppose it was bound to happen. I should never have converted her in the first place. That's right, my sister has joined the site. Under the name CallmeSerenity no less. She stole my idea! So what does it mean for the site? It means we're all doomed. She's evil. I mean, the other day she mailed me the tape she had recorded Lost on because I forgot to record it. And she's always sending me all these e-mails, and calling me all the time. (unlike a certain other sister) She must be a demon. I need to steal some of her toenail clippings and see if they grow. She probably didn't even get that reference. Actually, she probably did, but she's evil. EVIL! Oh, and she smells. If you're reading this Serenity, I don't like you.

RAT

No, not me. My sister is...maybe! Well actually I'm pretty sure she is, but it could be as soon as tonight. I saw her earlier today, and I guess she took all that "You look ready to hatch" talk to heart, because they just called to say they're going to the Hospital! So, I guess we'll see. :smile:

KELLAINA

So I tried registering for a Scifi.com account, 'cause I'm bored and wanted to talk about Galactica. But it refused to work. Turns out I used my new email address, forgetting that yahoo changes the ending depending on what country you're in. So my password and everything went to someone else. Wouldn't be a problem except I'm one of those people who used the password for more than one thing. So now I'm rushing around trying to change them all. Just in case whoever got my info was in a hacking mood. I had a feeling I should have picked a different alias. Now I feel all... exposed and paranoid. The email was vaguely Serenity-ish so maybe a good Browncoat will get it and delete it. Not use it. I can hope. Or if they are malicious, I can wait for them to register it and then I can delete it since I have the password too! Ha! Or not. Either way I've learned my lesson.

CALLMESERENITY

Those of you who know my brother, Ath, probably know that he's a pretty nice guy...most of the time. But read his most recent blog-is he not mean? And to me, his older sister! The one who used to hold his hand to make sure he got across the street safely! The one who made sure his shoes were double-knotted! I am hurt :disappointed: Okay, not really, because this is how we are to each other all the time. And he really is a very nice guy. And good looking too (I'm going for guilt here.) But I do want to state for the record that not only did I ask his permission before choosing my alias, I was on the phone WITH HIM when I picked it! Stealing indeed! And I do smell-like lemon verbena. Sweet and refreshing.

MANWITHPEZ

At Work: Boss: Did you go workout today? Me: (None of your goddamn business, you bald tub of lard!) Yes sir. At Home: WifeWithPez: Could you clean out the van for me? Me: (I would rather have my testicles hammered flat with a wooden mallet) I would love to, sweetie. At Work Again: Big Boss: What's that movie called? Revenge of the Sith? What the hell's a Sith? Me: (Don't ask me to fulfill your need to feel younger by explaining pop culture to you, Philistine!) A bad Jedi. With My Daughter: DaughterLikeMother: I said NO! You know what no means, don't you? Me: (Yes, it will be my reponse to the question posed by you later 'Daddy, will you let me live?') Go to you room. With My Son: SonWithPez: I want a dink, Datty! Me: (Yeah, I could use a few stiff drinks right now, too.) Go ask your mother. At Work Again: StarWarsObsessedSSgt: Don't you think its cool? I got one of those hundred dollar lightsabers. It's really cool! Me: (I spent 30$ on my copy of Firefly, and I'm absolutely certain that I'll get more fun out of that than you will with a 100$ lightsaber replica) Firefly is better than Star Wars. StarWarsObsessedSSgt: What! Blasphemy! Me: (You've never even seen it! How dare you say anything about my beloved Serenity, you uninformed miscreant!) Joss Whedon is my master now. At Home Again: WifeWithPez: I'm so fat! Me: (She really isn't. I wish she wouldn't go on so, I love the way she looks, and I think she's totally hot. I know she won't accept this from me, but I wish she would.) "..." I run for the hills...I'm not saying a damn thing. Like I want to get into this fight! At Dairy Queen: TotalStrangerWoman: (Who is in fact, touching my daughter's hair) What a lovely little girl. Me: (So, this is the true price of taking your kids to get ice cream. Random strangers paw my children while the lump behind the counter manages to screw up three dipped cones. My wife wonders why I don't ever want to leave the house) Yes, she is. (Stop touching my little girl!) Kids, get in the car. Muahahahaha!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Mine truly is an evil laugh.

STEVETHEPIRATE

Lately, I've been viewing my life as if it were a coin. One side has something on it, and the other side holds something completely different. On one side - let's call it the "heads" side - I've got a job I'm not completely thrilled with where I get one sick day a year (already used) and no vacation until I've been here a year (November). There's potential for me to get fed up and quit or be fired before I get the chance. I may have another job lined up, but the employer could go a different way entirely. On the other side - the "tails" side, which will have all the good stuff since "tails never fails" - I've got a great family, loving wife with our first baby about a month from arriving and very little to complain about outside of my current work predicament. All would be well if my coin remained "tails" up. But God keep flipping it. That's His way - and that's the way it's supposed to be. My only fear is, if my work situation weasels its way over to the "tails" side, am I going to lose something good to the "heads" side? Or is there a chance the "heads" side can empty itself over to "tails"?

IMEARLY

I don't do normal, so here are the rules. As long as you are willing to vote, I will be willing to write. Don't bother correcting the grammar and spelling mistakes that I [b]will[/b] make. Remember, humor is always a bonus. ImEarly looked down to the sheath he was recently given. The hilt of the sword held within its walls called to him. “I will stay and fight.” He said to the lead horseman, beads of sweat began to build upon his forehead as the horseman who would stay and fight slowly guided their horses around to face the enemy whose cloud of dust specked the horizon, threatening torment, suffering and death. ImEarly looked closely at his new companions, most looked too old for battle. They looked like poor farmers, vagabonds…peasants. What were these men doing out here, their armor was dented and misshapen, their eyes dull. The men guided their horses around ImEarly and Dagon. The lead horseman glanced around to them. “Stay behind us at all times, and don’t enter the battle unless you have no choice.” He turned and resumed his position at the head of the formation. “What was that all about?” ImEarly asked. With a slight frown, Dagon replied. “Odeon is the Marshall of our region. He’s just rewarding our youthful courage with an opportunity to flee unseen.” Dagon shuffled a little in his saddle, and smiled. “I have no intention to run.” ImEarly wasn’t sure about himself. Dagon guided his horse behind the others and ImEarly maneuvered beside him. With a raised arm, Marshall Odeon controlled the masses, he swiftly threw it forward and they immediately charged the looming shadow of death. The sun was close to setting, and the enemy they approached grew closer and ever more enigmatic. The pacing horsemen were silent, all the horses but ImEarly’s grew apprehensive. They slowed their pace and it seemed as if they were positioning themselves closer to ImEarly. The horsemen fought to keep them in formation, but they would not obey their masters, they were somehow drawn to ImEarly. It took the enemy little time to grow close, the horses neighed and the horsemen drew their swords. A small salvo of arrows pierced the night and fell one of the horses, it threw its rider several feet before it, but ImEarly never saw him hit the ground. They quickened the horses again, determined to take the fight to them. “Ready, men!” Shouted Odeon. ImEarly obeyed the Marshall’s order and drew his own sword. His pulse quickened and his breathing was measured. He knew that if he wasn’t careful that he would die here, on an unknown field, in an unknown world. He didn’t like that he was alone and confused… but that was forgotten. ImEarly had seen the enemy. He had read of them in books, seen them on the television and in movies. He’d seen them in magazines. He had one on his desktop. A dragon, no dragons, slightly larger then the horses they rode upon, their nostrils aflame, their confidence infallible. Four sharp talons attached to two hooves below massive legs, their armored flesh as crimson as the dusk surrounding them. Atop the creatures were men in heavy armor, large bows upon their backs, murder in their eyes. A war cry issued from the horsemen and the charge turned into a suicidal flood of horse and man flesh. The two rushing hordes collided and the blood began to fall, Odeon immediately attacked the neck of the closest wyvern. It collapsed as his blade bit deep into its neck. “There is no armor there!” Dagon shouted. He then guided his horse deeper into the fray, unafraid and ready to do battle. ImEarly sat there silent and watchful. The horsemen before him were heavily engaged in the battle and outnumbered the enemy three to one. The wyvern riders didn’t attempt to stop the horsemen’s attacks, and they fell one and two at a time. ImEarly inspected one of the wyvern riders more closely and could see that he carried no sword. The bows on their backs appeared to be their only weapons. All at once, as if a hidden signal had passed between the wyverns, they began their attack. Mighty bellows

SERENITYSGIRL

Hi! I have a question, first I had posted my Fan Fiction on a FireflyCommnunity on livejournal and got totally bashed all becasue I decided to create a character which last I checked is not against the law, writers do it all the time. Example: Buffy's first Season was just Willow, Buffy, Giles, Cordy, Xander and after Season 2 more people came on the show as the show went on also Angel was the same way. I dont hear anyone calling OZ or Fred a mary sue. What is the problem with creating a character? I am not going to stop writing just because some gorram prick doesnt like that I wrote in a new character. I intend on continuing cause I like to write and its my imagination.