It's Official

I'm in love with Firefly.

It's all about Simon Tam, at the moment. And Jayne. And Mal. And Kaylee. And Wash and also Zoe. And River. And not-so-much Book, but okay. Oops, forgot Inara, but then she does good Riversitting work.
I've got it bad, and that ain't good.

The Dialogue of Hope and Fear

HOPE: There is slashy chemistry, het chemistry that actually WORKS, and wonderful gen portents in the show. It's all possible, and it all looks good.

FEAR: They're gonna cancel it.

HOPE: But we don't know that for certain. Much is being-

FEAR: The bastards.

HOPE: done to keep it on the air. Fans everywhere uniting.

FEAR: Joss is overcommitted.

HOPE: But he loves the show! It's his baby.

FEAR: The bastard. Erm, glorious bastard.

HOPE: Who, Joss?

FEAR: Well, duh. Of course Joss. Hey, I'm hungry. Got any bagels?

HOPE: Oh, sure. Let me just tidy up this pile of pro-Firefly depositions...

And so Hope wins out, as my Fear is a victim of attention deficit disorder.

Is that a Simon/Jayne story over there?

Not yet, but I'm working on it...
Night folks.

In which I chronicle my spare moments.

I need a metaphor…

Not sand. I’ve done sand.

Not rain/ocean/glowingmoon. Done and over.

I want something fresh, something unexpected. Not, ohgosh, not computers. So done it’s burning.

Fluffy little kittens! No. For heaven’s sake, no.

Fierce, jungle jaguars… abso*lute*ly not.

Sidewalks.
…

Hmm.

Simon Tam is full of cracks. River has to hop over them, or risk breaking her mother’s weak spine. She counts the hops, counts the breaking points, places where the heat and pressure of living have ruptured him.

::falls over laughing::

Forget it. No metaphors today.

Oh, hello lj. How did you get here? I was just...

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~ and that was all mixed metaphor.

I need a miracle.