Trying to figure this all out
Monday, 19 January 2009 02:38:29

I'm a recent fan, thanks to hulu.com. I've been a Joss Whedon fan for a long time, and I thought I would check out Firefly. I was immediately hooked by this family of characters. What I can't seem to understand, though, is why it has so much resonance? Looking for family? A plot without closure? Hope that we can all get by and find a little happiness? I'm quite spun by it all.

New bits n Bobs...
Monday, 19 January 2009 13:11:53

Hello Folks, just wanted to let you know that a little over a week ago I made my first Music Video!!! 'twas for my band Carnelian; filming was hi-larious, and extremely COLD. We shot it on a phone, but despite that, I think it came out pretty nifty. You can check it out on Yuntube...here...

brownquotes "trash"
Monday, 19 January 2009 17:16:47

Trash [Mal is shown sitting naked on a rock, in the middle of the desert.] Mal: (pause) Yep. That went well. Monty: Mal, I want you to meet my Bridget. [Monty steps aside to reveal Saffron, aka Mrs. Malcolm Reynolds. She and Mal draw guns on each other.] Monty: So… you guys have met. Monty: Damn you, Bridget! Damn you to Hades! You broke my heart in a million pieces! You made me love you, and then you… I shaved off my beard for you, devil woman! [As Saffron rummages through her purse, Malcolm puts a gun to her head.] Mal: You're gonna want to pull your claw out of that bag, nice and slow. Saffron: Relax. I'm not going for a gun or anything. [Saffron pulls out some lipstick.] Saffron: Just freshening up. [Mal takes the lipstick from her and tosses it away.] Mal: You and lipstick are a dangerous combination, if I recall. . . . [Mal frisks Saffron.] Saffron: Mmm. You missed a spot. Mal: Can't miss a place you've never been. Mal: This is my scrap of nowhere. You go on, find your own. Saffron: You can't just leave me here on this lifeless piece-of-crap moon. Mal: I can. Saffron: I'll die. Mal: Well, as a courtesy, you might start getting busy on that, 'cause all this chatter ain't doin' me any kindness. Saffron: Why don't you just go ahead and shoot me then? (Mal points his gun at her.) Saffron: This was all your fault, you know. I had a perfect crime lined up. Mal: Sure. You were gonna steal a man's beard. Saffron: No, you HOE-tze duh PEE-goo! A million-square job. The big time. I was going to cut Monty and his crew in, but you screwed that royal. Mal: Odd, but I don't think I'll be losing sleep over it. Saffron: I've got the layout, entrance codes… Believe me, this practically robs itself. Mal: Bye-bye, now. [Inara cannot find work because Mal is avoiding central planets] Inara: Right, you're a criminal mastermind! What was the last cargo we snuck past the Alliance to transport? Mal: That was a little dif— Inara: What was the cargo? Mal: [pauses, embarrassed] They were dolls. Inara: They were little geisha dolls with big heads that wobbled! Mal: Hey! People love those! Inara: Well, since I can't seem to find work as Companion, I might as well become a petty thief like you! [An uncomfortable silence descends for a moment.] Mal: Petty? Inara: I didn't mean petty. Mal: What did you mean? Inara: Suo-SHEE? Mal: ...That's Chinese for "petty". Mal: Saffron has a notion we can walk right in there, take the Lassiter right off his shelf. Wash: I'm confused. Saffron: You're asking yourself if I've got the security codes, why don't I go in, grab it for myself? Wash: No. Actually, I was wondering… WHAT'S SHE DOING ON THIS SHIP? . . . Wash: We're in space! How'd she get here? Mal: She hitched. Wash: I don't recall pulling over! . . . Jayne: Okay. I got a question. If she's got the security codes, why doesn't she just walk in and grab it herself? Saffron: (sarcastically) Good point! . . . Mal: Zoe? You ain't said a word. Time to weigh in. Zoe: Take sounds ripe enough, assuming we can fence it. Saffron: I know a guy on Persephone. Already has half dozen buyers on the bid. Zoe: But Inara ain't wrong. [She stands to face Saffron.] Zoe: She can't be trusted. Mal: I ain't asking you to trust her. I'll be with her on the inside the whole time. Saffron: See there? All you gotta do to be a rich woman, hon, is… get over it. Zoe: Hmm. Okay. [Zoe belts Saffron, who falls to the floor.] Zoe: I'm in. [Jayne is watching over Simon and River, who are talking about Saffron.] River: She's a liar. Jayne: That don't exactly set her apart from the rest of us. The plunder sounds fun enough. River: She's a liar, and no good will come of her. Jayne: Well, as a rule, I say, girlfolk ain't to be trusted. River: [grinning] "Jayne" is a girl's name. Jayne: Well, Jayne ain't a girl! She starts in on that girl's-name thing, [reaches into his pants] I'll show her good 'n' a

stuff ya don't wanta hear at 11 PM
Monday, 19 January 2009 17:33:07

came home from my job, second shift, the other night. My Daughter met me in the courtyard of our building. " Dad, this isn't as bad as it's gonna sound." Oh, gose, what happened now? " There's nobody home down at your house." Mrs. Browncoat ran off with an Alliance type Guy? " The cat didn't mean to hurt anybody." All that gets is a Nathan Fillion " Huh?" look. " Mom's down at the Emergency Room." Oh, yeah, that's as bad as it sounds... We've got these 2 ex-tomcats who sometimes fight. Mrs. NOBC tried to break them up, then got in the middle and tried to pick one up barehanded. Daughter sez it clawed both hands, one real bad, and her leg after she dropped it. Mrs. called Daughter, wanted her to help bandage her up so she could get a taxi or bus to the Hospital Daughter, sensibly enough, woke up Son_In-Law, and they drove her to the Hospital . They got her squared away there, then drove home. Son-In-Law's truck is not 100 % legal, something about outstanding parking tickets, and as they pulled out of the parking lot, a cop car pulled out right behind them. They figured, " Tickets, impound, jail." but all he did was follow then all the way home. So I drove down to the Hospital. Mrs. BC was in the waiting room, with about 50 other folks, with 1 arm that looked like a mummy. She said that they'd wrapped her up enough that she wouldn't bleed all over the place, but she was now stable , and had to wait for more treatment, as they had a full house, and other folks worse off than her. She figured about another 2 hour wait, so I could go home, get some sleep, she had a phone, she'd call me, since she wasn't gonna get any sleep, but figured she could still mamage to get to her job, but I hadda get some sleep to do mine. I went home, went to bed, next thing I knew it was 6 AM and I was wide awake. No phone call. OH, crap, maybe some kind of complications or something. I drove back down there, they were just about to release her, the X-RAYS were OK, all they had to do was disconnect the IV. Huh? Well, just in case a claw or tooth broke off in there somewhere, or in case of trouble, and they'd shot her full of antibiotics thru it, but no problem. She was a lovely yellow-orange color, seems they painted her from head to toe, almost, with Beta-Dyne. They'd had serious cases all night, car crashes, heart attacks, serious stuff like that, and she'd rated a low priority. I drove her home, got her into the house and laid down, then went and got her prescriptions, and some breakfast for both of us. She slept a couple of hours, then decided that she wouldn't go to her work after all. Good choice, the bandaged hand was the one she uses on the handrail while climbing the stairs to her room. When I left for work, she was dozing in the recliner chair, with the cat that clawed her sleeping the sleep of the innocents on her chest... She's had one follow-up visit since, and one more to go. Everything looks good, no infection, the bandage keeps getting smaller, they unwrapped her fingers and she can use her hand, carefully, so it looks like just a matter of time to heal up.