CAILIEG

Tomorrow is shiny. I get to order me a pistol replacement. And not just any pistol replacement. A custom made Mateba with break open cylinder action and custom barrel. Gorram thing is costing me a pretty penny but it will be worth it. Shiniest thing is the verse is a new gun. Specially one that is a signature piece. sure I could've copied ol Malcolm Reynolds or gotten myself some piece of high tech Alliance Luh Suh. But that ain't me. What I got in mind will remind people they are talking to Captain Caille Jensen and not some gorram wannabe of one of the 'verses Big Damn Heroes. Cpt. Caille Jensen Firefly Class Transport Heracles (Tomorrow I place my order for my

CAILIEG

Firefly Class Transport Heracles Symbol on bow 金剛力士 Shiny!

SIGMANUNKI

There's a couple of LJ communities that I check out from time to time. Yes, they're mathy type communities. But, from time to time there are things that get posted that are just hi-larious. This is one of them:

JUNGLEJULIA

I started a Rayne story The Need and now it has spawned out of control into something else. I mean my Simon and Kaylee, Mal and Inara muses are at me hard core and I can't shut them up. I'm on vacation with My Booooo (come on everyone you remember that Usher\Alicia keys song) and I've just completed the outline for two more stories after The Wish. On of those stories has a character "death" DA DA DAAAAAAAA! :evil: Let's just say it's gonna be a muther f'er of a story to write, but I know you guys are gonna like it even with the character "death". BEB, had wrote me a comment about Saffron and not believing her "story" after she said she was "gonna get a core bred daddy" for her baby ( my favorite line of that chapter BTW.) Saffron is a screwed up individual and the next coming chapters of The wish and the following stories after will show that. :crap:Well I'm getting that get off the computer look from my BF. I will post a new chapter by tomorrow night. Good fight, and good night. JJ

WYNTER

So I had my Media Studies exam this morning (9:30 in the morning, evil!). It went ok-ish, I think. I kinda knew what I was talking about for the first question - probably because that was the only topic I really revised - but in the second essay I talked bollocks. Hopefully it's bollocks that can get me some marks! My friends and I generally felt rubbish about this exam, but surprisingly, we're all ok with failing. Our general attitude is "oh well, that's what resits are for!" To be honest, I don't care about it anymore, it's over and there's no point in stressing. Now for Case Studies in Cultural Studies and Social and Political Change in 20th Century Britain - those should be a doddle! *rolls eyes* But bring it, because as soon as they're over, relaxation is on the cards, woot. In happier news - I received more shiny prizes for my CSTS screening raffle, and the official t-shirts are getting shipped today. I'm so excited!!! I can't wait to get them, Jen and I are going to wear them out and about with the hope of spreading the word a bit. We actually came up with the idea of having a mock Firefly gun-fight in town, as a "publicity stunt" type thing. I reckon it'd be hi-larious! Ooh, my uni friends and I are going to see Pirates 3 tomorrow, after our exam. YAAAAAAAAASSSS, I CAN'T WAIT!!! I've only been looking forward to this movie since I saw Pirates 2 last year. It's gonna be good :-D Anyway, I should go do some revision. Have a good weekend all! Peace out, Sadia :-)

ORANGEHAT

We're all moving targets. We talk and walk around one another, tiptoeing until we're hit. Maybe it's another person, maybe it's simple words, but the arrow slices a hole somewhere in your body that gushes and fills with new. And we'll bleed the new out until it's old and pointless. Until it's a memory and then we exist, waiting for another arrow. My favourite T-shirt says "Don't let reality get you down." It's funny how easily it can do that. I live in my head, I see the outside world, but I'm a stranger peeking into a window, horrified with what I see and begging someone will close it. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to die, I just don't want to live; where I am. Where ever that is. At work yesterday it was overly dead for a period of time that let me contemplate the inexistance of white culture. Perhaps we have one, but its traditional foods are McDonalds, and our folk music preaches words demeaning to women like that of the bibles. Demeaning to everyone. Our tradional dress? Take your pick. Black, jeans, spandex? We go through fazes, and have labelled our own "culture" with subtitles shuffled them into a corner. Don't look upon me. Is no one safe from ourselves? I found my movie soul mate. At first I was going to say soul-mate, but having never met said person, it would be unfair to do so. Here's the story. My sister was supposed to take 'care' of a dog that lives down the street. She goes over to let the dog out and whatever else her duties towards it was supposed to be and returns minutes later. I ask "How are you back so soon?" -"It wasn't there." Believing strongly in the inability of dogs to turn invisable on will or dissipate I was skeptical. I went back to the house to help her find the invisible dog. (Maybe I should have brought powder, or paint, to throw in the direction of creaky floor boards) We searched each room, opened doors that perhaps he could be hiding behind, to no avail. The last place was the basement and I entered only to be faced with a Monty Python Search for the Holy Grail poster. I stood in awe and nearly dropped to my knees, until my sister said, "If you like that, look." I followed her finger to the left of me and found a Serenity poster. I have yet to tell this person that we are movie soulmates, but when I see him I'll be sure to get his attention. Arrow anyone? I'm ready to be famous. I'm tired of being unnoticed, not that I'm willing to do anything to change it. I just feel like I deserve some sort of recognition for being me. I look at the 'idols' of our media. Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, people wonder whats wrong with the world and I tell them to look at our headlines. People are more concerned with who's head is bald and who's to blame for Paris driving that actual important worldly things go unnoticed. We've become such Media whores that the only way to portray the things that are wrong with the world is to have Jon Stewart tell us, and only then through satire, and I'm sure half the people of the world don't get it anyways. I think my ramblings deserve more attention then Anna Nicole Smith's property battle. So the world will sit by and be targets of this MISinformation. Let us be lead and hit with the stupidest things imaginable, but bleed us into submission. The things we deem important are the arrows stabbing the bleeding hearts of scholars all over the world. We are all Moving Targets. And no one can seem to find a place to hide.

MANWITHPEZ

I got a house. I got a decently priced house (I'm renting, mind you), and some equipment for it I can't mention yet, and I have TWG to thank for it all. She's coordinated, phoned, looked, etc. And she found me a house...well, actually, she's pretty much handled it all! She's on top of it! I'll get back to you more when I can. We're trying to swing D*C, plus I have to go back to work. 8 hour shifts with weekends off sounds like heaven after 72 hour work weeks. Also, NC is a lot better than Iraq. Also, I just watched Shawshank, and I'm very happy to have it finally on DVD. I think I had almost forgotten how good it was.