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Chester and The Firefly
My dog, Chester, had a most glorious adventure this morning. He vanquished an evil firefly!
Chester is a brave dog much of the time. He will bark and growl and tell people who lurk outside my apartment at 2 a.m. what he thinks of them, or chase the terrible, horrible, malicious squirrels and bunnies that taunt him each day on his walk. He thinks nothing of trying to take down a full grown German Shepherd. (Chester is 35 pounds of fluff, for those wondering.)
Chester, however, has one great debilitating fear - bugs. (With the exception of moths. He loves moths.)
Last night Chester displayed all the classic symptoms of "OMG! Bug in the apartment!" syndrome. There was hyperventilating, desperate attempts to get behind furniture (this time a book case), the eventual hiding under an end table (sometimes he hides in the tub). Much soothing was done and he seemed to cope (partially because the bug was apparently not a large house fly, the greatest of his fears for their flying and buzzing).
This morning I arose, no dog in sight. Where was Chester? Under the end table again, nose stuck in the corner, panic in his eyes. The bug was back! As I can't handle much when not awake, I chose to climb in the shower first, deal with Chester's phobia later.
Upon emerging from the shower, I was greeted by Chester pawing at the carpet (with one paw oh so delicately extended and razor sharp puppy claws digging in to the carpet) and yipping in rabid and joyous glee. He had found the bug! He was telling it who was boss! Take that, bug! I shall claw you to death! And yip with glee while doing so! For I am brave!
As my glasses were not on my face, I quickly did the mad dash to get them. At this point I had no clue what bug it might be (and feared spiders which are best tackled with all eyesight at its best). Imagine my reaction when Chester backed away from the bug he was torturing and revealed it to be...a firefly.
My dog spent 12 hours in abject fear because of a firefly.
The firefly was vanquished (gone to that sewer plant in the sky - or Randolph County). The dog was proud. And somehow I got no credit for being the one that flushed its carcass.
My dog, Chester, had a most glorious adventure this morning. He vanquished an evil firefly!
Chester is a brave dog much of the time. He will bark and growl and tell people who lurk outside my apartment at 2 a.m. what he thinks of them, or chase the terrible, horrible, malicious squirrels and bunnies that taunt him each day on his walk. He thinks nothing of trying to take down a full grown German Shepherd. (Chester is 35 pounds of fluff, for those wondering.)
Chester, however, has one great debilitating fear - bugs. (With the exception of moths. He loves moths.)
Last night Chester displayed all the classic symptoms of "OMG! Bug in the apartment!" syndrome. There was hyperventilating, desperate attempts to get behind furniture (this time a book case), the eventual hiding under an end table (sometimes he hides in the tub). Much soothing was done and he seemed to cope (partially because the bug was apparently not a large house fly, the greatest of his fears for their flying and buzzing).
This morning I arose, no dog in sight. Where was Chester? Under the end table again, nose stuck in the corner, panic in his eyes. The bug was back! As I can't handle much when not awake, I chose to climb in the shower first, deal with Chester's phobia later.
Upon emerging from the shower, I was greeted by Chester pawing at the carpet (with one paw oh so delicately extended and razor sharp puppy claws digging in to the carpet) and yipping in rabid and joyous glee. He had found the bug! He was telling it who was boss! Take that, bug! I shall claw you to death! And yip with glee while doing so! For I am brave!
As my glasses were not on my face, I quickly did the mad dash to get them. At this point I had no clue what bug it might be (and feared spiders which are best tackled with all eyesight at its best). Imagine my reaction when Chester backed away from the bug he was torturing and revealed it to be...a firefly.
My dog spent 12 hours in abject fear because of a firefly.
The firefly was vanquished (gone to that sewer plant in the sky - or Randolph County). The dog was proud. And somehow I got no credit for being the one that flushed its carcass.
I think my dad and a coworker are trying to drive me nuts on Firefly and Serenity.
Back when Firefly came on I tried to get dad to watch it. He watched an ep and didn't care for it. I remember, because I initiated conversation on it several times, encouraged him to watch it. (He's a sci-fi guy. He likes Star Wars, he likes Stargate SG-1, he preferred the Buffy movie to the TV series...)
Well, yesterday I said that I went to see Serenity again, and dad starts getting all excited and talking about the series it was based on. Asking if I've ever seen it. Hello! I have it on DVD! Pfft. Thanks Sci-Fi channel for getting dad hooked, but could he not remember that I tried to get him into it ages ago? (Reminder to self - make dad watch it when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eliz is done.)
My coworker is a movie snob. He'll go see anything under the sun that's "quality", and some non-quality movies as well. I was pimping Serenity to him way back before the trailers came out. He saw the trailer, promptly called it crap. Today he was expressing, with shock, that he read a good review about it. OMG! Really? You mean the movie you panned with no knowledge of the series or what it's about might actually be GOOD? *eye roll* Funny thing is, it was a review by Orson Scott Card (who he also seemed shocked that I knew - hello! local sci-fi writer! some things I do pick up from others). I informed him that it had gotten lots of good reviews, and that of *course* OSC would like it. He's sci-fi!
Anyway, my rant on people not believing me about Serenity before trying it. It's one thing to say something isn't your cup of tea when you tried it. One episode can be enough. (Heck, if someone says they hate sci-fi or can't stand Joss Whedon's work in general or never watch anything in which the story takes place after 1852, I get it why they wouldn't watch Firefly.) There are genres that are just not appealing to each of us. It's the ones who usually like the genre and don't give it one shot - meaning one episodic viewing - and then judge and think *I'm* crazy for being a fan...that irritates me. So yeah, irritated with dad and coworker for not paying attention.
And this totally wasn't the post I opened this to make. *snerk*
Back when Firefly came on I tried to get dad to watch it. He watched an ep and didn't care for it. I remember, because I initiated conversation on it several times, encouraged him to watch it. (He's a sci-fi guy. He likes Star Wars, he likes Stargate SG-1, he preferred the Buffy movie to the TV series...)
Well, yesterday I said that I went to see Serenity again, and dad starts getting all excited and talking about the series it was based on. Asking if I've ever seen it. Hello! I have it on DVD! Pfft. Thanks Sci-Fi channel for getting dad hooked, but could he not remember that I tried to get him into it ages ago? (Reminder to self - make dad watch it when
eliz is done.)My coworker is a movie snob. He'll go see anything under the sun that's "quality", and some non-quality movies as well. I was pimping Serenity to him way back before the trailers came out. He saw the trailer, promptly called it crap. Today he was expressing, with shock, that he read a good review about it. OMG! Really? You mean the movie you panned with no knowledge of the series or what it's about might actually be GOOD? *eye roll* Funny thing is, it was a review by Orson Scott Card (who he also seemed shocked that I knew - hello! local sci-fi writer! some things I do pick up from others). I informed him that it had gotten lots of good reviews, and that of *course* OSC would like it. He's sci-fi!
Anyway, my rant on people not believing me about Serenity before trying it. It's one thing to say something isn't your cup of tea when you tried it. One episode can be enough. (Heck, if someone says they hate sci-fi or can't stand Joss Whedon's work in general or never watch anything in which the story takes place after 1852, I get it why they wouldn't watch Firefly.) There are genres that are just not appealing to each of us. It's the ones who usually like the genre and don't give it one shot - meaning one episodic viewing - and then judge and think *I'm* crazy for being a fan...that irritates me. So yeah, irritated with dad and coworker for not paying attention.
And this totally wasn't the post I opened this to make. *snerk*
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Sometimes there are benefits to my sister and I riding to work together (other than reduced gas costs). Like remembering that we're supposed to actually go to my grandmother's house tonight for her birthday. Grrrr. Because did mom remember to mention this at any point? No.
So I don't get to see Serenity tonight, again. Which ticks me off, because I've gotten to a point with Grandmother that I just don't want to be around her. Everything's a downer. We've got her birthday gifts, but she'll most likely not like them. (Never mind the fact that she doesn't give us clues as to what she wants and is picky as can be. This time, though? She's getting stuff for her cat. She loves that cat, so we're hoping this suffices.)
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Lots of things to squee over about last night's Smallville, like ( cut for spoilers )
So I don't get to see Serenity tonight, again. Which ticks me off, because I've gotten to a point with Grandmother that I just don't want to be around her. Everything's a downer. We've got her birthday gifts, but she'll most likely not like them. (Never mind the fact that she doesn't give us clues as to what she wants and is picky as can be. This time, though? She's getting stuff for her cat. She loves that cat, so we're hoping this suffices.)
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Lots of things to squee over about last night's Smallville, like ( cut for spoilers )
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*bites tongue*
*considers throwing objects and Greensboro movie theaters*
Okay,eliz and bubblesbrnaid...seems the Greensboro/Asheboro market doesn't believe in the concept of Serenity. They're not showing it. The closest frickin' theater showing the movie is in Winston (two theaters, one on Hanes Mall Blvd., 7:00 showing being the first one after we get off work). So, since theaters are fucked up and need to be shot (unless several are holding out info that will only be released in tomorrow's paper), we'll have to go to Winston.
*considers throwing objects and Greensboro movie theaters*
Okay,
eliz and bubblesbrnaid...seems the Greensboro/Asheboro market doesn't believe in the concept of Serenity. They're not showing it. The closest frickin' theater showing the movie is in Winston (two theaters, one on Hanes Mall Blvd., 7:00 showing being the first one after we get off work). So, since theaters are fucked up and need to be shot (unless several are holding out info that will only be released in tomorrow's paper), we'll have to go to Winston.Tags:
I swear. Conspiracies and things. Not this weekend, but next? Weekend from hell. I swear, I plan two good things and bad things crop up.
1.bubblesbrnaid and eliz, of course we don't know show times yet, but I'm guessing the Grande or the Carousel one will have Serenity. So we're all planning to go together on that, right? Friday night. Cause SERENITY!!!!!!
2. Somehow I blocked the horror of a family reunion. Since my mother is planning it I have to be there. That will be on Saturday. *shudders* I swear, my mother's side of the family (and you know, I don't know if this is mom's dad's group or mom's mom's group - really, the level of scary is fairly equal) can be nutso. But my sister and I have to do slaw. Yeah. We're buying the stuff.
3. On Sunday was SUPPOSED to be the joy of Talladega. *pouts* Now I have the joy of a bridal shower. Hey, it'll be fun. Except it's from 3-6.bubblesbrnaid, be prepared, for I will call you as SOON as the shower is over for details on whether Ellyut flew.
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bubblesbrnaid and eliz, of course we don't know show times yet, but I'm guessing the Grande or the Carousel one will have Serenity. So we're all planning to go together on that, right? Friday night. Cause SERENITY!!!!!!2. Somehow I blocked the horror of a family reunion. Since my mother is planning it I have to be there. That will be on Saturday. *shudders* I swear, my mother's side of the family (and you know, I don't know if this is mom's dad's group or mom's mom's group - really, the level of scary is fairly equal) can be nutso. But my sister and I have to do slaw. Yeah. We're buying the stuff.
3. On Sunday was SUPPOSED to be the joy of Talladega. *pouts* Now I have the joy of a bridal shower. Hey, it'll be fun. Except it's from 3-6.
bubblesbrnaid, be prepared, for I will call you as SOON as the shower is over for details on whether Ellyut flew.
Serenity
Saw a commercial last night for Serenity during TV watching (asbubblesbrnaid can attest to, since I immediately called her to squee).
The funny? It was on FOX.
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Survivor
The commercials have confirmed something that spoilers only hinted at.
( Commercial Spoilery )
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I have to shop. For fall clothes. And winter clothes. I finally have realized that I need appropriate fall and winter clothing, that doing the sleeveless top/jacket combo just isn't going to cut it. (The office is too cold.) And that I also need to break down and get two new pairs of jeans and various and sundry black bottoms (pants and skirts). Two pairs of black pants and three black skirts just aren't enough anymore.
And my black boots have completely bitten it. I loved those boots. That's what I get for wearing them so much.
So light sweaters and long-sleeve button up shirts. Whee! *sigh* (And casual long sleeve tops that have attitude. I can't sacrifice too much fashion.)
Saw a commercial last night for Serenity during TV watching (as
bubblesbrnaid can attest to, since I immediately called her to squee). The funny? It was on FOX.
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Survivor
The commercials have confirmed something that spoilers only hinted at.
( Commercial Spoilery )
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I have to shop. For fall clothes. And winter clothes. I finally have realized that I need appropriate fall and winter clothing, that doing the sleeveless top/jacket combo just isn't going to cut it. (The office is too cold.) And that I also need to break down and get two new pairs of jeans and various and sundry black bottoms (pants and skirts). Two pairs of black pants and three black skirts just aren't enough anymore.
And my black boots have completely bitten it. I loved those boots. That's what I get for wearing them so much.
So light sweaters and long-sleeve button up shirts. Whee! *sigh* (And casual long sleeve tops that have attitude. I can't sacrifice too much fashion.)
I have in my hands Battlestar Gallactica season one.
Huzzah!
Interestingly, it comes with a Serenity sneak peak.
I took a quick look at the sneak peak.bubblesbrnaid and eliz may kill me, but they will not be seeing the sneak peak. It's just a wee too detailed for my liking, and really, it's all about NOT spoiling (because I am mean).
Huzzah!
Interestingly, it comes with a Serenity sneak peak.
I took a quick look at the sneak peak.
bubblesbrnaid and eliz may kill me, but they will not be seeing the sneak peak. It's just a wee too detailed for my liking, and really, it's all about NOT spoiling (because I am mean).Tags:
This is sort of a GIP post. See my lovely icon? Isn't it funny? Oh wait, I have that wrong. I should say Ain't It Funny.
*snort* I'm just really hoping this story doesn't come out to be fake, because really. Ben and JLo was a train wreck waiting to happen. And what's wrong with holding off on getting married for a while? Huh? Let the dust settle from the divorce first honey.
Besides, Matt just loves his boy Ben. Hee. God, too funny.
Okay, we've been office partying (and not in the Whitney Houston version of the word) and I've eaten way too much. Lots of food, amongst which was a great jambalaya and the ever wonderful sausage balls. Nummy. I also got gifts (yay!) from coworkers - a delish candle and an absolutely stunning bud vase - and got a great gift in the Dirty Santa game. $10 gift certificate to a movie theater and $5 gift certificate to Blockbuster.
That should cover me for, oh, two movies. *g*
And big yay for the unaired Firefly pilot airing tonight. It's about time!
And bored again. Bah. Time to play Yahoo Games again.
*snort* I'm just really hoping this story doesn't come out to be fake, because really. Ben and JLo was a train wreck waiting to happen. And what's wrong with holding off on getting married for a while? Huh? Let the dust settle from the divorce first honey.
Besides, Matt just loves his boy Ben. Hee. God, too funny.
Okay, we've been office partying (and not in the Whitney Houston version of the word) and I've eaten way too much. Lots of food, amongst which was a great jambalaya and the ever wonderful sausage balls. Nummy. I also got gifts (yay!) from coworkers - a delish candle and an absolutely stunning bud vase - and got a great gift in the Dirty Santa game. $10 gift certificate to a movie theater and $5 gift certificate to Blockbuster.
That should cover me for, oh, two movies. *g*
And big yay for the unaired Firefly pilot airing tonight. It's about time!
And bored again. Bah. Time to play Yahoo Games again.
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Weird, random weekend, so weird random thoughts this morning.
1. Cute Christmas moment of the weekend goes to the big Harley-Davidson charity ride. Nothing gets grown-ups grinning like seeing Santa and a giant Grinch snuggling on a Harley.
2. Breakfast was a delish Cherry-Almond scone with icing. Nummy.
3. Dumb newscasters. I'm pretty sure the guy was probably beating his head on the news desk when the newscast was over. With just 30 seconds to go, the meteorologist gives a last minute update of upcoming weather, and says "Precipitation coming, but just the liquid stuff." To which the newscaster responds, in his deep, gravelly, I'm-educated-and-important voice "Let's just this isn't the liquid stuff that's frozen."
Um, who wants to tell him that liquid stuff that's frozen is called a solid. *g*
4. The Dance of the Finances. I've yet to buy any Christmas presents, and good thing too (cause folks are getting less and less as my sister plans her wedding). Sister wants to move the wedding up to May. Which means buying a dress much earlier than I'd anticipated, and throwing a shower or two much earlier than I'd anticipated. Plus money for Houston. Taxes in April. And with classes for the spring semester, I have to buy books, which are as expensive as the classes (and something tells me my grandmother is about to get fudgey about paying for the classes, based on something she said last night). This weekend job is becoming a godsend.
5. Firefly on Friday night made me very happy. Giggly, adolescent happy. I finally fell completely in love with Simon. I like snarky Simon. And god, River. "No power in the 'verse can stop me." Hee. Cocky gunslinger River. Love it. And Jayne. With the constant need to go off and take care of himself. And then with the guns. Can I say how much I love Jayne? Seriously, the guy cracks me up. And Zoe and Wash were fantastic too. Now if they'd only do some really interesting things with Kaylee and Mal. They've sort of left them without the fun. Although the way Kaylee was eyeing Inara...maybe that's the problem. They've got Kaylee and Mal both hot over Inara, and since she's not been terribly interesting, they've been shafted too.
Ooohh. Lunch time. Can you tell my hormones are in overdrive? *g* Gonna have to buy a tae bo tape to battle the pooch this winter.
1. Cute Christmas moment of the weekend goes to the big Harley-Davidson charity ride. Nothing gets grown-ups grinning like seeing Santa and a giant Grinch snuggling on a Harley.
2. Breakfast was a delish Cherry-Almond scone with icing. Nummy.
3. Dumb newscasters. I'm pretty sure the guy was probably beating his head on the news desk when the newscast was over. With just 30 seconds to go, the meteorologist gives a last minute update of upcoming weather, and says "Precipitation coming, but just the liquid stuff." To which the newscaster responds, in his deep, gravelly, I'm-educated-and-important voice "Let's just this isn't the liquid stuff that's frozen."
Um, who wants to tell him that liquid stuff that's frozen is called a solid. *g*
4. The Dance of the Finances. I've yet to buy any Christmas presents, and good thing too (cause folks are getting less and less as my sister plans her wedding). Sister wants to move the wedding up to May. Which means buying a dress much earlier than I'd anticipated, and throwing a shower or two much earlier than I'd anticipated. Plus money for Houston. Taxes in April. And with classes for the spring semester, I have to buy books, which are as expensive as the classes (and something tells me my grandmother is about to get fudgey about paying for the classes, based on something she said last night). This weekend job is becoming a godsend.
5. Firefly on Friday night made me very happy. Giggly, adolescent happy. I finally fell completely in love with Simon. I like snarky Simon. And god, River. "No power in the 'verse can stop me." Hee. Cocky gunslinger River. Love it. And Jayne. With the constant need to go off and take care of himself. And then with the guns. Can I say how much I love Jayne? Seriously, the guy cracks me up. And Zoe and Wash were fantastic too. Now if they'd only do some really interesting things with Kaylee and Mal. They've sort of left them without the fun. Although the way Kaylee was eyeing Inara...maybe that's the problem. They've got Kaylee and Mal both hot over Inara, and since she's not been terribly interesting, they've been shafted too.
Ooohh. Lunch time. Can you tell my hormones are in overdrive? *g* Gonna have to buy a tae bo tape to battle the pooch this winter.
Before the fic, just wanted to squee over the fact that I finally got my outfit that I've been ranting about for a while. Tara and Kathe, ya'll will probably be the only ones who care. *g* Well, until everyone sees me in this fab outfit. (Which I'm testing on Friday night since my sister wants to go out dancing for her birthday.)
The short, cute, ripped jean skirt. Knee high black boots that hug the calf nicely. Fishnets (which feel really weird when on, let me tell you). And this cool top that's red and black, it falls to about two inches past my hip bones, but it's semi-sheer. V-neck, with black lace lining the neckline. Long-sleeved with bell sleeves that are slit on the inside seam to the elbow. And the necklace is either a Japanese or Chinese symbol on a black disc.
I'm so loving this outfit. My sister is going to protest the hose, I'm sure, but I insist on the hose. They add a good punch.
So, okay, now Firefly fic. It's Jayne fic, getting inside his head. And let me tell you, it's damn hard to write Firefly fic since they have the Mandarin cursing and slang and they talk all countryfied. And when you come from a very rural area and talk countryfied, that means they're really countryfied if you have trouble writing it.
( This Could Be The Start )
The short, cute, ripped jean skirt. Knee high black boots that hug the calf nicely. Fishnets (which feel really weird when on, let me tell you). And this cool top that's red and black, it falls to about two inches past my hip bones, but it's semi-sheer. V-neck, with black lace lining the neckline. Long-sleeved with bell sleeves that are slit on the inside seam to the elbow. And the necklace is either a Japanese or Chinese symbol on a black disc.
I'm so loving this outfit. My sister is going to protest the hose, I'm sure, but I insist on the hose. They add a good punch.
So, okay, now Firefly fic. It's Jayne fic, getting inside his head. And let me tell you, it's damn hard to write Firefly fic since they have the Mandarin cursing and slang and they talk all countryfied. And when you come from a very rural area and talk countryfied, that means they're really countryfied if you have trouble writing it.
( This Could Be The Start )
So, had the parents over for dinner on Saturday night. And I was all excited about DilloCon, so I told them I'd bought my plane ticket.
And my mother decided to do overconcerned (which I knew she would do) and in the process completely cracked me up.
So I'm trying to set their mind at rest, so I give them some info, like Kathe and I are meeting in Atlanta, and there are a ton of females going and not very many males (that satisfies the kidnapped and raped mentality in my mother) and I even started giving a few names so that she wouldn't freak.
I told her that I could take her online at some point and give her an idea of who some of the people were. Of course she insisted that I call her every day, just to prove I wasn't in Guatemala.
I said, "Hey, MissWindy and Sully are organizing this thing (although I used real names) and they're cool."
My mom's response? "Well, who's to say [Sully] isn't a 300-pound bruiser named David."
I just blinked, looked at her and said, "Mom, there is no way on earth that Sully is a 300-pound bruiser named David."
That one still makes me giggle though.
You know, when you're big into X-Men, you feel like you have to watch every incarnation they have, just to get your fix of all things X-Men. With X-Men Evolution, well, I don't have a movie right now, so this fills a need.
And damn if they aren't apparently feeding off of the X-Men movie fandom.
Saturday morning cartoon, with Rogue (my favorite character) going completely wild with the powers. I found the interpretation to be unique and interesting, in that she still has the powers and memories of all the people she's touched (but wishing they would have explored the mental aspect of how she kept it all under control). Fanfic seems to always go with the thought that the memories and powers fade over time. Which the movie actually supports. So I guess it's Evo cannon that she retains people's powers (but there are so many holes in that).
Anyway. They have her go through the whole craziness bit, transforming into everyone she'd ever touched (because of touching Mystique)...and when it all comes to a head, who is able to reach through the clutter and talk to her? Who stays by her bedside all night until she wakes up?
Wolvie.
Hee. The Evo folks seem to have hit on the right dynamic for me between those two (considering she's a teenager on Evo). I like those folks. That I do.
So, since it's Monday and I really don't feel like cutting text right now, Firefly thoughts that are not hidden.
You have been duly warned. So go away if you don't want to know.
Can I just say that I'm really going to jump in on the Firefly campaign now? With the development of Simon and River and my love of Jayne, I am getting addicted to this show. While I like many of the other characters, they seem cliched. We know who they are. We get what drives them. Kaylee had a couple of surprises for us, but no one has been blatantly different.
Simon and River have a strong potential to be different. And Jayne is played so deliciously by Adam Baldwin that even those people (me included) who would normally never route for the amoral slime-ball of the show can't help but love him.
And I have to say, I am still completely feeling the Jayne/River vibe. I know I'm building a whole world that no one else sees, but still. Their dynamic works for me.
River - violent and not quite there. Jayne - violent and there, but with no morals whatsoever. It works, dammit.
And I put this in comments in Victoria's LiveJournal, then didn't want to retype it all, so pulled from me in Victoria's LJ:
Jayne with the betrayal didn't shock me. I could see that one coming from a mile away, but that's because from the beginning they established that Jayne isn't really trustworthy. Simon actually had to drug him to keep him from taking over the ship and leaving Mal and Zoe in the pilot. (or first ep since the pilot has never aired).
What surprised me was Jayne's reaction at the end.
He didn't want anyone to find out what he had done to Simon and River. But upon thinking about it, everyone else on the crew seems to know perfectly well who Jayne is. It's perfectly clear that he's greedy and only out for himself.
But in this ep Simon and River, thinking that Jayne had saved them, they started showing gratitude - and thinking he was a good guy and a hero, and giving the praise associated with that.
I think Jayne liked that, the feeling of doing something good (even though he was the one responsible for their troubles in the first place). He belonged for a short period of time. He was desperate that Mal not tell anyone what he'd done, because for once in his life he was being viewed as a decent human being.
I have oh so many theories about his upbringing that led to his personality being what it is. *g*
Of course he's still Jayne, so while he turned them in, then realized what had been done to River and felt the guilty need to try to get them out then, he still wanted the money when they did get caught. Only after he got clocked and didn't get the money did he try to save them again.
I think at this point, not many people's views of him matter, except for Mal (because he's the captain and he treats Jayne fairly, even when there's no trust there) and Simon and River.
And I have broken. Firefly fic later.
And my mother decided to do overconcerned (which I knew she would do) and in the process completely cracked me up.
So I'm trying to set their mind at rest, so I give them some info, like Kathe and I are meeting in Atlanta, and there are a ton of females going and not very many males (that satisfies the kidnapped and raped mentality in my mother) and I even started giving a few names so that she wouldn't freak.
I told her that I could take her online at some point and give her an idea of who some of the people were. Of course she insisted that I call her every day, just to prove I wasn't in Guatemala.
I said, "Hey, MissWindy and Sully are organizing this thing (although I used real names) and they're cool."
My mom's response? "Well, who's to say [Sully] isn't a 300-pound bruiser named David."
I just blinked, looked at her and said, "Mom, there is no way on earth that Sully is a 300-pound bruiser named David."
That one still makes me giggle though.
You know, when you're big into X-Men, you feel like you have to watch every incarnation they have, just to get your fix of all things X-Men. With X-Men Evolution, well, I don't have a movie right now, so this fills a need.
And damn if they aren't apparently feeding off of the X-Men movie fandom.
Saturday morning cartoon, with Rogue (my favorite character) going completely wild with the powers. I found the interpretation to be unique and interesting, in that she still has the powers and memories of all the people she's touched (but wishing they would have explored the mental aspect of how she kept it all under control). Fanfic seems to always go with the thought that the memories and powers fade over time. Which the movie actually supports. So I guess it's Evo cannon that she retains people's powers (but there are so many holes in that).
Anyway. They have her go through the whole craziness bit, transforming into everyone she'd ever touched (because of touching Mystique)...and when it all comes to a head, who is able to reach through the clutter and talk to her? Who stays by her bedside all night until she wakes up?
Wolvie.
Hee. The Evo folks seem to have hit on the right dynamic for me between those two (considering she's a teenager on Evo). I like those folks. That I do.
So, since it's Monday and I really don't feel like cutting text right now, Firefly thoughts that are not hidden.
You have been duly warned. So go away if you don't want to know.
Can I just say that I'm really going to jump in on the Firefly campaign now? With the development of Simon and River and my love of Jayne, I am getting addicted to this show. While I like many of the other characters, they seem cliched. We know who they are. We get what drives them. Kaylee had a couple of surprises for us, but no one has been blatantly different.
Simon and River have a strong potential to be different. And Jayne is played so deliciously by Adam Baldwin that even those people (me included) who would normally never route for the amoral slime-ball of the show can't help but love him.
And I have to say, I am still completely feeling the Jayne/River vibe. I know I'm building a whole world that no one else sees, but still. Their dynamic works for me.
River - violent and not quite there. Jayne - violent and there, but with no morals whatsoever. It works, dammit.
And I put this in comments in Victoria's LiveJournal, then didn't want to retype it all, so pulled from me in Victoria's LJ:
Jayne with the betrayal didn't shock me. I could see that one coming from a mile away, but that's because from the beginning they established that Jayne isn't really trustworthy. Simon actually had to drug him to keep him from taking over the ship and leaving Mal and Zoe in the pilot. (or first ep since the pilot has never aired).
What surprised me was Jayne's reaction at the end.
He didn't want anyone to find out what he had done to Simon and River. But upon thinking about it, everyone else on the crew seems to know perfectly well who Jayne is. It's perfectly clear that he's greedy and only out for himself.
But in this ep Simon and River, thinking that Jayne had saved them, they started showing gratitude - and thinking he was a good guy and a hero, and giving the praise associated with that.
I think Jayne liked that, the feeling of doing something good (even though he was the one responsible for their troubles in the first place). He belonged for a short period of time. He was desperate that Mal not tell anyone what he'd done, because for once in his life he was being viewed as a decent human being.
I have oh so many theories about his upbringing that led to his personality being what it is. *g*
Of course he's still Jayne, so while he turned them in, then realized what had been done to River and felt the guilty need to try to get them out then, he still wanted the money when they did get caught. Only after he got clocked and didn't get the money did he try to save them again.
I think at this point, not many people's views of him matter, except for Mal (because he's the captain and he treats Jayne fairly, even when there's no trust there) and Simon and River.
And I have broken. Firefly fic later.
Oh. My. God.
Real life kicked my ass five ways to Sunday this weekend. Blessed extended weekend, thanks to vacation days (yippee!), so I managed to have four days to sleep late. But there was the hell of spending Monday and Tuesday working exclusively on studying for a Tuesday night test in Criminal Justice, and preparing for a big presentation in Criminal Justice. All of which was to take place on Tuesday night.
Come on, ask me a question about forensic animation. Want details on mitochondrial DNA profiling? Want to know all the nitty-gritty on the sentencing phase of a trial? I've got the goods.
Grrr. Anyway. My parents finally have their old house under contract (after it was on the market for a year), so they went shopping Saturday night. I went along, seeing as it's so much easier to shop and not buy when someone else is buying for themselves. Vicarious thrills and all. So we're walking through Garden Ridge (and probably Amy is the only person who knows what the hell Garden Ridge is), and I developed a mantra: "oooohhh, pretty." The mantra would then be followed by me diving at a shelf and grabbing whatever caught my attention. See the pretty glass berries for wreaths? Oooohhh, pretty *snatch*. See the nice leather trunks with the fine detailing? Ooohhh, pretty. The embroidered curtains? The wrought iron vase with red glass lining? Ooooh, pretty. After five stores of this, my mother looked at me and declared that I was meant to be a rich man's wife.
Hey, just because I like really pretty, really expensive things, doesn't mean I was meant to be a rich man's wife. *g* I wouldn't mind it, and I certainly wouldn't turn it down, but I also like the concept of taking a few nice items and mixing them with old treasures that you've fixed up to look different. And I like creating things for myself too. My current living room in my apartment is testament to this. All of the furniture is old (most from my grandmother), but I have a really nice mirror that's a focal point, plus a Casablance movie poster that I had framed. They draw the eye. And to add color to the walls (lots of white, and my furniture is navy and burgandy), I put up burgandy sheers at the big picture window, then added a burgandy sheer at the hallway. It drapes and adds color, and it's different. That one sheer that cost $5 gets more comments than my $80 mirror or my Casablanca. See? I can do cheap.
And I'm having fun with my family easing them into the thought of me being a cop. The SBI is my ultimate goal, but I have to either have a highly specialized degree, or I have to have some law enforcement experience first. In other words, cop experience. And you know what? That doesn't scare me or bother me. But my mom? Thought I was going to end up being like one of those guys on CSI. Um, first of all, they have science degrees (theoretically and all). Me? Not so much. I may consider going to a local college for a forensics degree (one of only 13 in the nation that has a forensic's program), but it would cost a butt-load.
So, fannish thoughts, fannish thoughts. Where to start? Well, first I'll do Firefly (cause there's lot there to discuss), then a little Gilmore Girls, then Smallville.
( Firefly )
( Gilmore Girls )
( Smallville )
Real life kicked my ass five ways to Sunday this weekend. Blessed extended weekend, thanks to vacation days (yippee!), so I managed to have four days to sleep late. But there was the hell of spending Monday and Tuesday working exclusively on studying for a Tuesday night test in Criminal Justice, and preparing for a big presentation in Criminal Justice. All of which was to take place on Tuesday night.
Come on, ask me a question about forensic animation. Want details on mitochondrial DNA profiling? Want to know all the nitty-gritty on the sentencing phase of a trial? I've got the goods.
Grrr. Anyway. My parents finally have their old house under contract (after it was on the market for a year), so they went shopping Saturday night. I went along, seeing as it's so much easier to shop and not buy when someone else is buying for themselves. Vicarious thrills and all. So we're walking through Garden Ridge (and probably Amy is the only person who knows what the hell Garden Ridge is), and I developed a mantra: "oooohhh, pretty." The mantra would then be followed by me diving at a shelf and grabbing whatever caught my attention. See the pretty glass berries for wreaths? Oooohhh, pretty *snatch*. See the nice leather trunks with the fine detailing? Ooohhh, pretty. The embroidered curtains? The wrought iron vase with red glass lining? Ooooh, pretty. After five stores of this, my mother looked at me and declared that I was meant to be a rich man's wife.
Hey, just because I like really pretty, really expensive things, doesn't mean I was meant to be a rich man's wife. *g* I wouldn't mind it, and I certainly wouldn't turn it down, but I also like the concept of taking a few nice items and mixing them with old treasures that you've fixed up to look different. And I like creating things for myself too. My current living room in my apartment is testament to this. All of the furniture is old (most from my grandmother), but I have a really nice mirror that's a focal point, plus a Casablance movie poster that I had framed. They draw the eye. And to add color to the walls (lots of white, and my furniture is navy and burgandy), I put up burgandy sheers at the big picture window, then added a burgandy sheer at the hallway. It drapes and adds color, and it's different. That one sheer that cost $5 gets more comments than my $80 mirror or my Casablanca. See? I can do cheap.
And I'm having fun with my family easing them into the thought of me being a cop. The SBI is my ultimate goal, but I have to either have a highly specialized degree, or I have to have some law enforcement experience first. In other words, cop experience. And you know what? That doesn't scare me or bother me. But my mom? Thought I was going to end up being like one of those guys on CSI. Um, first of all, they have science degrees (theoretically and all). Me? Not so much. I may consider going to a local college for a forensics degree (one of only 13 in the nation that has a forensic's program), but it would cost a butt-load.
So, fannish thoughts, fannish thoughts. Where to start? Well, first I'll do Firefly (cause there's lot there to discuss), then a little Gilmore Girls, then Smallville.
( Firefly )
( Gilmore Girls )
( Smallville )
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