RUTTINGORRAMVERSE

I just finished the Firefly DVD series and all I have to say is, Ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng, Nee ta ma duh tyen-shia sou-yo duh run doh gai si!Those gorram television executives cancelled what had to be the greastest show on the air! They wouldn't know a good show if it bit em on the ass. And I'm mad that I watched the movie first, not knowing it was extended from the show. But, MAN! What a show.

CHYNAROSE

Hi! I am new! I am also trying to make a Firefly Website and cant seem to get a banner to go the way I want it so I am asking if anyone knows how to make one. It needs to be 800 Width X 165 height any help is great? I promise to give you credit.

GYPSYLIFE

So it is Sunday night and I have to be out by Saturday...however, it looks highly likely that I will be moving to Charleston, SC two weeks from now. So....calling all Browncoats in that area....lemme know before I am internetless and maybe for once in my life I'll be able to go to a shindig. BTW the Charleston move is because of a job offer. Nothing special, just something to get me on my feet again. My life has been SO hectic as of late, it'll be nice to finally be settled!

MPHILLIPS

I read a really disturbing blog.. All I can say to him is "it's just lines on paper". I might be good at capturing a certain likeness but that doesn't make me a better "artist" than anyone else..it just makes me better trained..it's all hand and eye coordination and that can be learned..also I would suggest looking at the works of artist Vermeer(sp) to see how he handled light. It's all an illusion just to trick the eye into seeing a third dimension that's not really there..Highlights midtones and shadows.. The way I learned it was by the use of an opaque projecter. the old timers called it camera obscura..project the image onto your paper or canvas and then go over it...eventually your eye will see it that way without the use of the device...and practice, practice, practice... I'm sorry I'm going on so, but I never had a drawing of mine effect someone so much...

HUMBUG

I've had a bad day today...... I just started feeling well enough to go back to work today after having chest infection (I'm asthmatic - it hits me hard)..... I got to the school where I've been teaching and there was no work..... The job's been given to someone else permanently, and my agency forgot to tell me...... So I came back home and I've been feeling bummed out ever since...... I need some serious cheering up...... Any advice, fellow Browncoats??!! :blast: :disappointed: :crap:

GABI

I currently have Firefly playing in the lobby where I work. Not exactly the "type" of people who are usually fans... but I might catch a couple. Every little bit.

GWENFREWI

I post my story here and over at the live journal and I have to say, I like this one better. Over at the live journal I have no way of knowing how many people have read my fic unless they give feedback. Here I get a running count of how many have at least looked at it. Yeah, there may be duplicates and such, but at least I know someone besides me and Sid are looking at it and that's all kinds of shiny.

STIZO

For those of you who know what I am talking about, and still care to see more SP comics… (If you have no clue what I am talking about go here:

DAVESHAYNE

Major video rental chain store never ceases to amaze me with their utter incapability to stock things I wish to see. I'm not sure why I even bother going in anymore. Well that's not true I go there because they are a block from my 3rd floor walkup and I'm really lazy. But I digress. I first noticed their bland insipidness when I wanted to rent a copy of the movie MASH. A fine bit of filmaking from 1970. OK it was a longshot that I would find this at major video rental chain store but like I said 1 block, lazy. Not only did they not have the said entertainment in question but nobody in the store even new the movie in fact existed. It won an oscar people. Donald Sutherland, Eliot Gould, Robert Duval. Do these names mean nothing? A bit later on I'm feeling a bit down and insignificant so I figure I could use a bit of gut busting guffawnery and easy intelectual superiority so I go down looking for some MST3K goodness. Becuase you know that no matter how pathetic your life is at least you can sleep easy knowing you avoided making this world we live on worse by not having anything to do with producing hygiene films in the fifties. Nothing. Fast forward to september 2005 - the movie Serenity is about to be released and since I'd heard good things about this Firefly thing and new people who had raved about a test screening I thought I'd rent the series so I would be up to speed on the 'Verse. And what do I find: 1000 copies of Pauly Shore is untalented, crude, and boring for 90 minutes, 10000 copies of Jim Cary is talented but still crude and boring for 90 minutes, And not one copy of Firefly. December 20th. Now I know I'm getting Serenity for christmas because it's the only think I specifically requested and the dad being is prety good about those things. But that's 5 whole days away. It's been 2 1/2 months since I'd gotten my fix and I was really desperate. So into the major video rental chain store I go. Hey it's a new release maybe they'll actually have it in stock. And maybe River will run for parliament on the lets torture some more psychic teenagers ticket. This time at least one member of the staff new what I was talking about. Of course they'd only ordered in like 2 copies so of course they were already rented out by the time they oppened their doors that morning. Now consider saturday. In honor of the Cusak film festival being held in the hidey thread I thought I'd rent Bullets over Broadway. I've never gotten arround to watching it and by a weird quirk of fate it's main character shares my name. You know I don't think I need to go on with this. do I? Utterly unrelated annoyance: Mcafee virus scan. The time to warn me that I have been infected with a trojan you can't remove that resides in a directory that my computer doesn't seem to think exists is not 11:30 on a sunday night. By the time I scrub the file path leading to where your possibly nonexistant trojan is supposedly being all trojanic, make sure my dat is up to date, and rescan my hard drive it's 1:30 and I've been up far too late without the usual acompanying pleasures associated with late night pastimes. (You know drinking, stumbling around a dance floor, and casual but protected sex.) I remain your humbly annoyed servant, David

FOREVERSHINY

I was re-watching Serenity for the 5,000th time and was struck with something curious. Y'know that guy on Lilac, the one who said something to the effect of, "Y'all are Browncoats, eh?" Well, being hyped up on sleep-deprivation and chocolate, I may have been wrong, but he sounded awfully familiar. Kinda like Joss, almost, but with a more Southern-y accent. So....What do y'all think? Am I going moonbrain here?

ASARIAN

The other day I got severely bent out of shape over feeling inferior to another artist. And I got to think today that getting out of whack over that was really rather strange. Leaving the pernicious road of envy out of it, only two weeks ago I never thought of myself as someone willing to call himself an artist even! I figured I had no talent in that area; and I wasn't overly bothered by it, either. So, what in the sphincter of hell got me to that point? The short answer is: River. The longer answer ends with River, but has some stuff in-between. :) I'll give you the longer, but abbreviated, version. I guess ever since I tried my hand at something artistic, which I've never done before, I have felt that expressing myself in this new fashion really became a new way for me to become connected to my dearest River. It's obvious, of course, in hindsight, but I never realized that this a probably a very common thing. The work becomes personal. And it's not just the end-result; working on it itself is so fulfilling somehow. It's almost like I'm doing it for her (which is silly, of course; but not so much if you think of it as a tribute of sorts). And all of a sudden, within the course of two weeks, I find myself so in need of doing this! I always considered art pretty to look at; and moving even, of course. But I never grasped the personal aspect of it. What it does to the maker, not just to the viewer. So, yesterday I suddenly got overwhelmed with feeling "inadequate" as I called it; except that calling it "inadequate" was in itself inadequate. :) Because what I really felt, I realize now, is that I was found lacking in Love; that others were more loving of River than I am; because of their better expression. :( I totally underestimated, or did not even see, rather, how personal this whole art thing has become to me. Because of River. A day has passed. I now know my Love for River is real. And that, as I said, I enjoy perhaps the greatest sense of fulfillment when still working on a piece. That is really all I want: to express my Love for River. And I will continue to do that; for me; because I need it. Never realized getting into this whole art thingy could be so unsettlin', though. :) But then again, everything about River unsettles me; and I'm always the happier for it. :) Mei-mei, I love you!

RELFEXIVE

Yeah, I got a new job, see. It seems to take up alot of my time. So I have less time in the evenings than I'd like to cram things in, and, somehow, less time at the weekends too. No idea how that works. This means that at the end of the day I am lacking in time, inspiration, and inclination. Or is it declination? I'm never sure. So, when I get back to it, I'll let y'all know.

CAPELLA

No, I am not in a morbid mood today :wink: I just finished a new fanvid (I will post the link as soon as Illuminix uploads it to his server) and it uses only material from "Out of Gas", so I did a lot of rewatching that episode and now know it frame by frame, more or less. It is definitly one of my favorite eps, maybe _the_ favorite. The camera work is just so awsome on this one. The usage of lighting and colors as well. I almost felt bad when I had to cut into a single shot for the fanvid, because they are just so perfect, each one a work of art. The song I chose is "Real World" by Queensryche. I had not listened to it for ages and when I did yesterday, I just had to make something from it at once. This song is sooo much Firefly.