I'm currently downloading the first episode of Lost, so in 48 minutes or so, I'll be able to tell you whether I get it or not. But Firefly I got like nothing before or since. Magic, I suppose.

I've never seen Lost, and I've never seen the Firefly dvd's. I liked Firefly and I would have kept on watching it, but I didn't fall in love with it. I enjoyed it. But the only reason I sat through "The Train Job" to the end was because of Joss and Tim. I was also really looking forward to a second season, since those have consistently been my favorites, easily, of the other ME productions. So I had that to entice me to keep watching as well. But I don't really feel the loss of the Firefly dvd's in my life, and I probably won't mind waiting until Amazon decides to sell those for $14.99, too.

Jars, make sure you see the second hour. The first one is more setup. The second is the one-two punch.

I should have been more clear in my statement. I've never met someone who watched the episodes in order, who didn't at least like it a lot. Now, I'm sure that there are some people out there, unknown to me, who wouldn't like Firefly under any circumstances. It sounds like some of them are on this board. But I also note that most of the people who chimed in here to say that they didn't like it, hadn't seen it from the beginning.

I like Lost a lot, but was just intrigued at the pilot. I wasn't really hooked for a few episodes. Fury and Dominic Monaghan kept me watching until then.

I've never met someone who watched the episodes in order, who didn't at least like it a lot.

I have to admit, it took me seeing them in order (as you say) on DVD before I got the love. Train Job was meh, and I watched sort of sporadically after that ... and then, at the end, the pilot blew me away (I loved it), and I cursed that it wasn't shown first, because then I would've been intrigued.

Ah well. Yay for DVDs.

It took me a while to get into it. The western twang really got on my nerves in the beginning. The ONLY reason I kept watching was that I trusted Joss. I would not have continued watching otherwise.

Had more discussion with the co-worker. He thinks Jayne should have been kicked out of an airlock, likes the tension between the captain and the hooker (don't scream "She's not a hooker!" in the office parking lot. trust me), and thinks that Zoe might be in some sort of denial about the trauma of Serenity.

Had more discussion with the co-worker. He thinks Jayne should have been kicked out of an airlock, likes the tension between the captain and the hooker (don't scream "She's not a hooker!" in the office parking lot. trust me), and thinks that Zoe might be in some sort of denial about the trauma of Serenity.

so, ummm, is he still alive?

If he still has the same opinion after War Stories, I may have to cut off his ear.

Narrator, Cindy- good to see you guys. With the utmost respect I say, Bronzers rock. I don’t post anymore, but I lurk. Obviously. Can’t give this community the time or respect it deserves, but still need to keep a finger on the pulse of the ‘dom, and need to keep up with posters I’ve always liked.

Okay, first, baseball. Went to a game at Wrigley once in my life. There can’t be any better place to see a ball game, and I say that holding a deep and abiding love in my heart for the right field overhang at old Tiger Stadium. And Wrigley has got to be the hardest partying park in the major leagues. I saw Andre Dawson hit three home runs, everyone was drinking heavily, acting out, and after the game I danced to reggae music at the Cubby Bear across the street, rubbing up against strangers in a way one doesn’t usually rub up against strangers without getting arrested.

But the ALCS? Once years ago when I was still living in Michigan I came off an exit ramp onto the interstate in a blizzard. Lost control and did a few complete 360’s. Luckily there was no traffic, and I came to rest in the direction I was intending to go in. Watching the last four games of the ALCS from New York was like just like that- everything happened in slow motion, and there wasn’t a damn thing one could do about it.

But I love baseball, which means, in a sick way, I loved even this. I woke up in the spring listening to games from Japan. Baseball is a story. Winter here is cold, and bitter, and chills us to the bone.... Now Leaving Sunnydale. Come Back Soon. Like, next spring.

Secondly, the election. People are posting in other threads about the election, but I use wayward threads to post on, when I post. It felt so good to vote. It was a lovely fall morning in Brooklyn to be at the Bethel Baptist Church on Bergen Street. There was a lone cop at a table on the side, drinking coffee and reading the Daily News. I was surrounded by my neighbors. Photos of past Black elders of the church hung on the walls. And we had the booths with the big red handles that made that final, satisfying chunk of a sound to register your vote after you had flipped those small but substantial little black handles against the names.

I could be hitting the pipe, but I think Kerry’s going to win. I don’t know. But I think we’re going to win.

And, Thirdly- I did rewatch Out of Gas the other night. Tim knows story like Mariano Rivera knows the cut fastball. More Tim, please.

I used to wish the Bronze Nighy McNight, ’cause on Buffy we would always cut to the Fighty McFight, back in the Pruitt days. Nighty McNight, Buffistas. I still say we’re going to win. It could just be my love of country and two martinis talking.

But I don’t think so.

oh, Monique! You are Monique, yes?

Train Job left me cold, until the whole kicking thing. Firefly had to grow on me, but then, so did Buffy, however much it was seducing me like a saucy wench in its first season with its characters and writing alive like an alive thing not seen anywhere else on television.

But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- after Prophecy Girl ended I had to have that show come back for a second season. After Out of Gas, War Stories, Ariel, Objects in Space ended I had to... have a movie, I guess.

So I'll end- finally- by declaiming the most self-evident truth I know-

Gina Torres needs to call me.