Birthdays....
Wednesday, 07 January 2009 13:24:38

As I write this I'm working on my story Birthday and it's also my own birthday. As I turn 42 this day, I'm hoping 2009 will be better than 2008 was. However so far is not so good. I got laid off. I was fired from my full time job last June and it took me until late October to find even a temporary, 24 hour a week part time job. Now that job has ended. My boss assured me that I did a great job and if they bring anyone back, I'm at the top of the list. Right now I can only work part time on the weekends because of my girlfriends Cancer treatment. She starts a five day a week radiation regimen in two weeks and the treatment may affect her vision so she can't drive. So here I am, back on full unemployment. Okay... Pity party over! Back to the Allenverse! Birthday is almost finished. When that's done my next story will be a flashback story. What forces shaped Allan into the man he is. After that, I need to come up with a storyline that gets Oso and Fred together. Then I think I'll work on the sequel to Heritage. Gotta have more Sara. Much to keep me busy. Brian

Yup, I'm a late coming newbi
Wednesday, 07 January 2009 18:43:18

Always heard about Firefly in the past, but never really looked into it. Finally took the time to watch Serenity this past weekend on SciFi, and was really captivated. There hasn't been a lot of good SciFi out there for a while - I did love Farscape and the original Stargate SG1, but I can't bring myself to be a devout fan of BSG - Perhaps if they would have stuck just a little closer to cannon.... I digress. I have been watching the latest Terminator series with much interest – mostly for the Cameron character (they too are really screwing with cannon). I’m really into martial arts, and she kicks some serious arse. To my delight the actress was River before being Cameron. My gawd – the final battle between River and the hoard of Reavers was just plain awesome. Don’t get me wrong, the battle of Mal and The Operative was equally cool too – especially when The Operative’s paralysis of Mal failed. So, I’m hooked – sadly it looks like a little too late though. I defiantly be getting the Firefly boxed set though..

brownquotes "out of gas"
Wednesday, 07 January 2009 20:37:33

Out of Gas [Flashback to Mal trying to sell Zoe on the worthiness of his new ship.] Zoe: Sir... you paid money for this? On purpose? ... Mal: Ship like this, be with you till the day you die. Zoe: Because it's a death trap. . . . Mal: Try to see past what she is, and on to what she can be. Zoe: What's that, sir? Mal: Freedom, is what. Zoe: [pointing] I meant, what's that? Mal: Oh. Yeah, just step around that. I think something must've been living in here. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mal: I tell you, Zoe, we get a mechanic, get her runnin' again, hire a good pilot, maybe a cook - live like real people. Small crew, them as feel the need to be free, take jobs as they come, ain't never have to be under the heel of nobody ever again. No matter how long the arm of the Alliance might get... we'll just get ourselves a little further. Zoe: Get her running again? Mal: Yeah. Zoe: So not running now? Mal: Not so much. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [In near-present day, Wash comes in late to hear Book's dinner-table tales.] Wash: Monastic humor. I miss out on all the fun. . . . [Simon is unable to quickly convey a funny story about being a doctor] Jayne: [interrupting] What about Inara? Bet she's got some funny whoring stories. Inara: Do I ever! Funny and sexy. You have no idea... and you never will. . . . [The crew surprises Simon with a birthday cake.] Simon: How did… how did you know? River, did you…? River: "Day" is a vestigial mode of time measurement, based on solar cycles. It's not applicable. [pauses] I didn't get you anything. . . . Kaylee: Hope you like it. Couldn't get a hold of no flour, so it's mostly protein. In fact, it's pretty much what we just had for supper. But I tried to make the frosting as chocolate-y tasting as possible. Simon: I'm really, um, I'm very, very deeply moved. Thank you. Jayne: Well… deeply move yourself to blow out them candles, so we can try a slice. [After the fire is contained, Kaylee reports on the accident.] Kaylee: Catalyzer on the port compression coil blew. It's where the trouble started. Mal: Okay, I need that in captain dummy-talk, Kaylee. Kaylee: We're dead in the water. . . . [Kaylee discusses the loss of life support, especially oxygen.] Mal: How long? Kaylee: A couple of hours, maybe. We'll start to feel it… and then we won't feel nothin' at all. Simon: Suffocation's not exactly the most dignified way to go. The human body will involuntarily— Inara: Please, I don't really require a clinical description right now. Simon: I'm sorry. I just, uh… It was my birthday. [River peeks in on Book, who is reading his Bible.] River: You're afraid we're going to run out of air. That we'll die gasping. But we won't. That's not going to happen. [Book looks up at her, hopefully.] River: We'll freeze to death first. Kaylee: Sometimes, something gets broke...can't be fixed. Mal: I'm gettin' a little weary of this attitude, Wash. Wash: [chuckling] Are you? Well, I'm so very sorry, sir. I guess the news that we're all gonna be purple and bloated and fetal in a few hours has made me a little snippy. . . . [The coversation continues in a shouting fashion.] Wash: What do you expect me to do, Mal? Mal: Whatever you have to! And if you can't do it from here, then get a suit on and go outside on the side of the boat— Wash: And what?! Wave my arms around? Mal: Wave your arms around, jump up and down, divert the navsats to the transmitter… whatever. Wash: Divert the— Right! Because teenage pranks are fun when you're about to die! Mal: It'd give the beacon a boost, wouldn't it? Wash: Yes! It would boost the signal. But even if some passerby did happen to receive, all it would do is muck up their navigation! Mal: Could be that's true. Wash: Damn right it's true! They'd be forced to stop and dig out our signal before they could even go anyplace. [Mal stares at Wash.