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Hey Everyone,
Haven't done much today.
Yesterday I found the complete Series Firefly DVD in HMV for under £20 (in Forbidden Planet, when I checked, it was about £35) so I snapped it up.
For those who don't know, Firefly is the SF television show that Joss Whedon developed as Buffy and Angel were winding down. It screened on Fox for a little less than a season and was pulled off air by the suits. As far as I know it never made it t0 Australian TV, certainly not terrestrial free-to-air.
Needless to say it became a cult classic, partially because Joss Whedon is such a genius for good TV that he could throw a typewriter down the stairs and still create a script worth watching.
Firefly pretty much existed below my radar until I saw Serenity (the big screen feature developed from the TV show) earlier this year and was blown away because Serenity is Fucking Brilliant.
Naturally the first thing I did was fire up my laptop and watched something like nine episodes straight. If you don't know how I could do that, you haven't seen the show. Alternately, you haven't seen me when something has really got my attention.
Explaining why Firefly is so good is a post all of its own, but a couple one particular thing I liked was the way the dirty spaceships would be shot descending to planets pouring black smoke and lurching around uncontrollably, as opposed to the obscenely clean Star Trek equivalents.
Other than that... a minor thing on Monday that had me scared:
I was on the Central Line heading west, and somewhere after Stratford I became aware that there was a clean shaven, clean cut looking young Asian man in the carriage. But what worried me wasn't how he looked, it was how he was acting.
This kid was twitchy. Nervous. He'd bit his nails. He'd get up, look out the window, pace, say something to himself, sit down etc.
This made me nervous. Possibly because sometimes I am a very stronger sender and receiver when it comes to other peoples moods (a trait which has led me to learn how to filter out as much of the outside world as possible when I have to - don't worry if this doesn't make sense, if you've never had to do it you probably wouldn't understand).
But mostly this chaps nerves made me nervous because nervous, muttering young arab men are some of the things that Israelis look out for whenever they are trying not to get blown up by suicide bombers. (not being an Israeli, I don't feel the need to do this often).
In any case, I jumped off at the next station, sweating every second of the way, and told one of the LU staff.
It is strange, because I am not the kind that gets worried about riding on Tubes. Why Monday?
Maybe it was just the watershed of all the stresses and fears of the previous two weeks.
I don't know.
Anyways, I'm out of time here.
Over and out.
J
Haven't done much today.
Yesterday I found the complete Series Firefly DVD in HMV for under £20 (in Forbidden Planet, when I checked, it was about £35) so I snapped it up.
For those who don't know, Firefly is the SF television show that Joss Whedon developed as Buffy and Angel were winding down. It screened on Fox for a little less than a season and was pulled off air by the suits. As far as I know it never made it t0 Australian TV, certainly not terrestrial free-to-air.
Needless to say it became a cult classic, partially because Joss Whedon is such a genius for good TV that he could throw a typewriter down the stairs and still create a script worth watching.
Firefly pretty much existed below my radar until I saw Serenity (the big screen feature developed from the TV show) earlier this year and was blown away because Serenity is Fucking Brilliant.
Naturally the first thing I did was fire up my laptop and watched something like nine episodes straight. If you don't know how I could do that, you haven't seen the show. Alternately, you haven't seen me when something has really got my attention.
Explaining why Firefly is so good is a post all of its own, but a couple one particular thing I liked was the way the dirty spaceships would be shot descending to planets pouring black smoke and lurching around uncontrollably, as opposed to the obscenely clean Star Trek equivalents.
Other than that... a minor thing on Monday that had me scared:
I was on the Central Line heading west, and somewhere after Stratford I became aware that there was a clean shaven, clean cut looking young Asian man in the carriage. But what worried me wasn't how he looked, it was how he was acting.
This kid was twitchy. Nervous. He'd bit his nails. He'd get up, look out the window, pace, say something to himself, sit down etc.
This made me nervous. Possibly because sometimes I am a very stronger sender and receiver when it comes to other peoples moods (a trait which has led me to learn how to filter out as much of the outside world as possible when I have to - don't worry if this doesn't make sense, if you've never had to do it you probably wouldn't understand).
But mostly this chaps nerves made me nervous because nervous, muttering young arab men are some of the things that Israelis look out for whenever they are trying not to get blown up by suicide bombers. (not being an Israeli, I don't feel the need to do this often).
In any case, I jumped off at the next station, sweating every second of the way, and told one of the LU staff.
It is strange, because I am not the kind that gets worried about riding on Tubes. Why Monday?
Maybe it was just the watershed of all the stresses and fears of the previous two weeks.
I don't know.
Anyways, I'm out of time here.
Over and out.
J
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