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        Sunday, February 01, 2004

        I'm not sure I'm sick enough to say I'm truly sick, but I feel like ass.

        Last night, we watched the last three episodes of Firefly (and all the extras on the final disc) which I will say again is quite wonderful and undoubtedly the best thing that Joss Whedon's done to date. There are a few elements I'd have changed, mostly the clunker, show-stopping jokes, usually delivered by the not particularly funny Wash (Alan Tudyk), who's really just Xander in an Hawaiian shirt. Otherwise, Firefly is brilliant television and it was truly saddening to watch "Objects in Space" and know that it was the "last" episode, that the network killed the series when it was just getting started. As nature abhors a vacuum, so I abhor unfinished stories. I also abhor neglected art, and it's ridiculous that turkeys like Enterprise and Stargate: SG1 can go on (and on, and on) while a gem like Firefly languishes. But a feature film is now in production, as many of you are probably aware, so this story won't remain unfinished forever. I strongly recommend this boxed set; check it out.

        I unpacked Pandora yesterday, my Mac Color Classic that got bumped about in the last move and is having monitor issues. She's now sitting here on my desk, and I didn't realize how much I missed the sound of her. This is the machine I wrote on for almost ten years. On Monday, I'm finding a repair person to make her 100% again.

        The offer of monster doodles for "buy it now" purchases officially ended at midnight (EST). Now I ask the patience of all those who took part. I'll need a few days to get the monsters drawn (we're talkin' a lot of monsters, here) and Spooky will need a few days to get the packages ready for the post. As soon as they're ready to go, I'll let you know. The auctions will be winding down over the next week or so, and then I think we're going to take a break from eBay for a bit.

        Last night I bit my tongue, which should teach me not to eat when I'm asleep. I bit it very far in the back. There was a distinct crunch. This afternoon I'm talking like I've just had my tongue pierced.


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