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I got the Firefly DVD for Christmas. Yeah, bet it's a mystery where this post is going.
I HATE FOX. Stupid fucking shitfaced piles of steaming camel dung that rotted in the sun too long and turned into TV execs. Armadillo-humping bastards who deserve to have sulfuric acid poured into their ears and then get turned over to Niska for a good time. Or maybe they should just get their faces ground into a nice pile of glass shards and draincleaner. Ahh, I feel better. Peace.....
Okay, that didn't work. Why did a bunch of stupid, nearsighted, vision-lacking idiots have to be in charge of this show's fate? I know all ya'll on my flist watch Buffy, because it says so in your interests, but none of you seem to have seen Firefly. You really, really *should*. Joss really had something with this show, and if he manages to pull off the movie deal he's working on, I am going to pimp the damn thing to the best of my ability.
In fact, let's start now. *wiggles fingers hypnotically* Go watch Firefly. Joss says it's shiny. You are feeeeeling verrrry fannish. Plus, pretty guys in tight pants (and/or sexy vests) and gun holsters. And kickass women (well, really just Zoe with the warrior woman thing, but Kaylee's the universal little sister, in the best possible way, and River is all kinds of wonderful crazy [Think Drusilla, but not homicidal, less well-dressed, and more sympathetic]). And wacky fun. And the best damn spaceship since the Millennium Falcon. Serenity is a strange girl to love, but she's got a special charm that sneaks up on you. Okay, lost track of the whole hypnosis thing, but go watch it. I know it sounds like a weird idea. I mean, really, why would anyone want to watch a futuristic space western with an ensemble cast set on a rickety ship? That'd be like a fantasy drama starring a teenage girl destined to fight the forces of evil, who stops apocalypses with her best friends and a stuffy English man.
Oh, wait....
I HATE FOX. Stupid fucking shitfaced piles of steaming camel dung that rotted in the sun too long and turned into TV execs. Armadillo-humping bastards who deserve to have sulfuric acid poured into their ears and then get turned over to Niska for a good time. Or maybe they should just get their faces ground into a nice pile of glass shards and draincleaner. Ahh, I feel better. Peace.....
Okay, that didn't work. Why did a bunch of stupid, nearsighted, vision-lacking idiots have to be in charge of this show's fate? I know all ya'll on my flist watch Buffy, because it says so in your interests, but none of you seem to have seen Firefly. You really, really *should*. Joss really had something with this show, and if he manages to pull off the movie deal he's working on, I am going to pimp the damn thing to the best of my ability.
In fact, let's start now. *wiggles fingers hypnotically* Go watch Firefly. Joss says it's shiny. You are feeeeeling verrrry fannish. Plus, pretty guys in tight pants (and/or sexy vests) and gun holsters. And kickass women (well, really just Zoe with the warrior woman thing, but Kaylee's the universal little sister, in the best possible way, and River is all kinds of wonderful crazy [Think Drusilla, but not homicidal, less well-dressed, and more sympathetic]). And wacky fun. And the best damn spaceship since the Millennium Falcon. Serenity is a strange girl to love, but she's got a special charm that sneaks up on you. Okay, lost track of the whole hypnosis thing, but go watch it. I know it sounds like a weird idea. I mean, really, why would anyone want to watch a futuristic space western with an ensemble cast set on a rickety ship? That'd be like a fantasy drama starring a teenage girl destined to fight the forces of evil, who stops apocalypses with her best friends and a stuffy English man.
Oh, wait....

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It's less bitter about DA than I'm afraid of it. *sigh* I'll end up liking it, and I already have one show with a Malcolm in it. That one is called by his last name most of the time and isn't paid much heed by me. So I can squick by. However, this one has a Malcolm as a main character.
No thank you, my father figure is fine without that.
Sides. I can't afford the DVDs. So THERE!
(Guess what Marta got? TWW DVDS!)
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But...but no one calls him "Malcolm"! Just "Mal". That's not *really* the same... And of course you'll like it! That's the whole point of watching it! Besides, what are you going to do to get a Joss fix when Angel goes off the air? Reruns only go so far.
I could try and burn you some copies. Or I could lend them to you if you promise not to hurt them in any way, shape or form.
Hee! Cool. Now she has good tools to hook me on it ;)
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