ICARUS

HEY ALL! My brother emailed this to me after I told him that he needed to watch the trailer. He has never seen any Firefly thing before, but said it looked awesome!Anyway, here is the link:

MANWITHPEZ

There have been a number of things about manwithpez over the years he's walked this rock. Here are some of the better ones. "You are the worst thing that's ever happened to me." Current Wife, Ex-Wife, last four girlfriends "My life would have been so much better if I had just not gotten pregnant." Mom "If you ever do anything like this to this family again, I will knock you out!" Dad (In the parking lot of the courthouse) "Mr. Barks...I'm really tired of seeing you here." Butler County KY circuit court judge "You are weak." Wife "You suck, you have no integrity, you are a piece of shit." One of my training instructors from basic "HEY, HEY, HEY! It's FAAAAAAT ALBERT!" My little brother "You lying bastard." My Stepmother "You're pretty stupid, aren't you?" My Stepfather(Whenever my Mother wasn't around) Surely, with these recommendations, manwithpez, is someone you would want to meet! Right? Also, I don't usually refer to myself in the third person so much...must be a third person kind of day.

BLUESUNBURN

I find out tonight if my friend has spare tickets to the Boston screening... One would be fantastic. Two would *really* impress my new girlfriend. :smile:

CASUALTY

So it appears I have been thinking, (seems to be happening with an alarming frequency these days!) After reading Joss' recent post about over zealous fans threatening movie theatre owners and some subsequent replies, I've been thinking about what it means to be a fan. I opened my copy of 'Finding Serenity' after finishing reading it and in my excitement the first time round I must have missed the fact that it is dedicated 'to the many fans of Firefly'. It made me smile. That's great I thought, we're mentioned in the book and the trailer, look what we did I thought. But hang on! I havn't done anything, not anything that I would consider noteworthy leastways. Sure, I bought the DVD's and encourage others to do the same, I downloaded the trailer and I sure as hell plan on going to see the BDM more than once. But I didn't actually DO anything. I came to the party late, bringing with me nothing but an open mind and a willingness to love this show, looking for others who felt the same way. For the most part Browncoats have surprised me in ways I never thought possible. Their acceptence , humor, compassion, thoughtfulness and dedication is amazing. Of course some people feel the need to tarnish the Browncoat name, but don't get me started on the whole 'they-don't-deserve-to-be-within-spitting-distance-of-the-word-Browncoat' thing, I could rant for hours. I've never felt for another show the way I feel about Firefly. Of course I've liked other shows a lot, I may even have considered myself a fan, but really I was just an active observer. I watched Start Trek, The West Wing, Buffy and many others as and when they came on TV, I read the episode guides and occasionally bought a book or two but never anything more. Now I'm still here, four months after joining this site, writing a Blog and wondering if this is the first step along the road that's going to lead to conventions and calling in sick to go and see the movie. To be honest it's great. I never understood the devotion one can have to a non living object, until now. I wonder if I would still be here if there wasn't a movie to look forward to? I hope I would. I like the way fans of firefly challenge me to think about things in a new way, not just Firefly but real life too. Zoid, ManWithPez, TWG, (just three of the many whom I can remember giving me pause for thought in the past few days) I know nothing about anyone registered here except for what you show on this site. And what you show for the most part is intelligence and respect for others. I do know that you guys force me to see things in ways I might not usually. And althought some people might disagree, I believe that, that's a good thing. As almost everyone here has shown, fan does not have to mean fanatic. (Some on the outskirts may need to take note, but you know who you are!) Of course after the movie is released there will be more fans comeing to the fold. As a result things might need to be explained, threads might be repeated and it might get a little frustrating. But as Sam said to CJ in The West Wing "lets forget that you came late to the party and embrace the fact that you showed up at all." No quibbling over who is the better fan, it doesn't matter. Am I less important than someone who has been here from the beginning? Of course I'm going to say no, but I would hope that others would agree with me. We are all here (or at least we should be) to share a love of Firefly and subsequently Serenity. And share we do, share our fanfic, our Blogs, information, with the knowledge that what we post is likely going to be enjoyed by a variety of people from many areas of the globe. It gives you a wonderful feeling. (I'm not so sure about this Blog but if you've stuck it out this far you may as well go all the way!!!) So to end what began as a small thought and ended up as rather large one. I will graduate (hopfully) from the University of Kent in just over two months, I like to think Firefly helped. I wrote an essay on fans and fan culture using Firfly as an example. My thanks to Haken for a wonderful site an

REGPENNY

Looking around me can be very happy to my person because I have a large family and many good friends. Other times I look around and see the earth with it many different life at are great. Others I watch T.V. and than go to sleep.

STEVETHEPIRATE

Someone started a thread today seeking out Browncoats in Kentucky. While I was rambling on in my signature (check the thread to see what I'm talking about), I was struck with the realization that I've reached a goal I subconsciously set for myself about 10 years ago - I've learned to speak without my western Kentucky accent. Now, understand that the western Kentucky accent is far different from the eastern Kentucky accent, and I'll debate anyone who says there is an overall, skeleton-key southern accent - it doesn't exist. Each region of each southern state has its own dialect. For example, parts of eastern Kentucky don't have chili dogs - they have "hot dogs with sauce." It's still chili, but they don't call it that when you eat it on a hot dog. Funky. Also understand that I'm not ashamed of my western Kentucky accent, and it has not been completely obliterated. When I'm drinking, sick or very tired, it creeps back into use. Otherwise, I've attained, as far as I'm concerned, an undiscernable accent. I did this (subconsciously, remember) because, even though I had no idea what I wanted to do with my professional life, I knew I'd end up doing something that required a great deal of verbal communication, and there are people around me that even I can't understand because of their thick twang. "Twang" is not the right word there, but it's the only one I know everyone will understand. I didn't want that to be a hurdle for me. So, rather than jumping over it, I kicked it down, broke it, jumped up and down on it, then put it in a bag and started carrying it with me. Quite the analogy, if I do say so myself. The bag stays closed most of the time - not really by choice, though. My fear through this transformation is that my family and friends in the area might think I was ashamed of my heritage. I'm not. I love it here. It's quiet, the food's great, and I'm within a comfortable drive of several major cities (Nashville, St. Louis, Chicago, etc.). And that has connected me to Firefly in a different way. None of them really use an accent, but the language is similar to how I have spoken. As for popular stereotypes about Kentuckians, I'll list how they apply, if at all, to me (I may repeat some of the ones in my signature on that thread): My wife is pregnant but hates walking around in bare feet. My house is not on wheels, and there's no place to add any to it. My two vehicles ARE on wheels and (knock on wood) have never been on blocks. They are also all one color. I have two dogs and one cat. That's it. I said earlier that I only know one person that has none of their original teeth - I actually know two. One is a white trash beehotch who decided at an early age not to brush her teeth - EVER. The other had an accident. I have all my teeth - and none are black. I ... hate ... tobacco. I do not own, nor have I ever owned, nor WILL I ever own a Confederate Flag. Not because I think it stands for slavery, but because most everyone else does, and I don't want to be lumped in with the hicks cruising the square in their rusted-out pickups. I do not have a genetic predisposition toward country music, mainly because what's being played on today's country stations is not country music - it's some kind of ice-pick-to-the-ears hybrid. I like Haggard, Jennings, Cash and both Hanks - that's about it. I do, however, love Bluegrass. I'm all about some banjo over here. Bug zappers are not that entertaining to me. I got tired of hearing "You might be a redneck if ...," "Here's your sign" and "Git er dun" after about a week of each. The rest of the stuff on the Blue Collar movies (not the show) is good - I just hate that other stuff. Regardless, I like Ron White better than any of the other three guys. And, as far as I'm concerned, if you want a pretty accurate cinematic description of the type of towns I've lived in, watch Doc Hollywood. Underrated flick. And I say "flick" alot because of Kevin Smith movies. Nootch.

SIMONWHO

By all rights, the blog should consist entirely of the words LIVERPOOL! LIVERPOOL! LIVERPOOL! LIVERPOOL! LIVERPOOL! LIVERPOOL! However, I can see how that would become tiresome after the first three hundred pages so instead, I thought I'd try and describe a few more bits with the aid of my pictures and the programme. In fact, I was so busy during the weekend that I've only just today had time to read the programme; that's how much stuff they had organised. Friday consisted of meeting a few random people and some familiar faces from the preview screening (congrats to everybody for not blowing any spoilers, I felt sure someone would reveal that River was made of chocolate and that Mal died in the third scene). There was also a chance to get in early for booking photo sessions and pick the cast photos to be signed (really nice ones actually and you didn't feel they were gouging you on price). Then there was the opening ceremony as the lovely and perpetually enthusiastic Clare Kramer introduced each member of the cast. This was also where most of us found out that Mark Sheppard was joining us and also for the slower ones (like me) that Ron had joined as an replacement guest. They all seemed pleased with their welcomes which were loud and sustained, particularly Alan and Summer. Nathan milked his, raising and lowering his hands for more and less appreciation from different sections of the crowd before insisting that he should come in again, which he did to even more applause. Then we all disappeared to get into costume for the Old West theme. There were plenty of cowboys, cowgirls, Chinese dresses and such like. There was a delightful girl whose name I didn't catch but I'm sure half the people here will know, who had a cavegirl outfit, chain mail and a rabbit costume that really caught the eye. The media stereotype of a sci-fi convention consisting of either 15 year old boys with glasses and 35 year old nerds was completely blown away. In fact there was no stereotype to be drawn, there was a great mix of young and old, male and female, British and from overseas. Some random bits from the panels: The questions ranged from the ones we all want to know "What is Book's past? Sequel? What's with the needle?" (although naturally they had no answer to give), to the bizarre to the ones that weren't questions at all, just overly long statements of what one particular fan thought. Ron was particularly happy talking about Barney Miller and fleshing out his character on that, you could tell he would have been just as devoted to making Book as three dimensional as possible over a 7 year run. Unfortunately Barney Miller wasn't really shown over here so we have no context. However on another question about technology Ron revealed that he'd gone to Best Buy (think Dixons) and asked for a typewriter and the staff laughed at him. (Moments later the video screens displayed a picture of Ron in front of a typewriter; those tech guys were ready for just about anything). Summer also said how she loved receiving fan mail, particularly hand written letters. I don't know what percentage of fans write to their stars but even if it's a very small one, when you have 20m people watching you, that soon adds up. If you wanted to pitch a script to her, a story where a shy girl opens up by expressing herself through dancing would be the way to go. Nathan is very comfortable with the Harrison Ford comparisons, even to the point of saying he'd like to star in a remake of Raiders of the Lost Ark. Morena is a big fan of actresses like Meryl Streep. Jewel takes a size 10 in some brand of shoes (presumably that's an American 10). Mark helped Summer with her accent (they were both so complimentary to each other about it: "Mark taught me everything", "I just gave the confidence that she was doing great") Summer loved performing when she was a little girl, including going out in the freezing cold wearing just a bikini and a feather boa to do a show for a non-existent audience. Jewel really enjoyed doing the Hallmark movie with Natasha Henstrid

JESSIKA

i am completely pissed! my boyfriend (andmiles2go) is going to the Firefly canvention!!!

IMEARLY

I don't do normal, so here are the rules. # 1: That which is voted the most, is what I will write next. # II: Don't bother correcting the grammar and spelling mistakes that I will make. # C: If you read it, vote. # #: As long as you are willing to vote, I will be willing to write. Remember, humor is always a bonus.

MANWITHPEZ

Well, say goodbye to that flylog. I've never wanted to make anyone uncomfortable, or "creeped out" or negative in anyway, and so, its gone. That's the last time I tell anyone they're nice in so many words.