You, me, and who else makes three?
Gandalfe. Four people if StuntHusband is around.
Mal: I call you back? Wash: No, Mal. You didn't. Zoe: I take full responsibility, cap.
'Out Of Gas'
Firefly 4: Also, we can kill you with our brains
Discussion of the Mutant Enemy series, Firefly, the ensuing movie Serenity, and other projects in that universe. Like the other show threads, anything broadcast in the US is fine; spoilers are verboten and will be deleted if found.
Atropa - May 03, 2005 2:42:06 pm PDT #1867 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Kiba Rika - May 03, 2005 2:55:37 pm PDT #1868 of 10001
I may have to seize the cat.
Er, not that I'm trying to discourage you from coming, but you know that Dragon*Con is, like, massive? Around 50,000 attendees. It can get cramped.
But two things: 1. I'm going to have paid, in total, about $400 for the whole thing, gas, tix, hotel and all. I don't mind lines at that price. 2. From all you said, Dragon*Con sounds way better than my only other con experience. Perhaps I should've said "Cons that aren't very established aren't my thing."
Also, I'll be totally okay at a cramped thing as long as I have my people, and in an evil doom way I plan to make my friend Lauren stand with me non-stop. (She always has some T3, which comes in handy when you've got a migraine at a major event, like PBP.)
All the best stories seem to happen on smoke breaks
I'm one of those people who takes non-smoking breaks, where I go hang out with the smoking people. Comes from wanting friends when I did theatre, I think. My fabulous smoking story is that I told Tim that when I was making up lots of parodies of Strindberg and Helium, in which the little balloon says "I'm dead, too," that when I got to Minear and Helium, nothing changed.
I think he said something like, "Fuck you."
It was so cool. (It occurs to me that this story is not such a great story. Oops.)
Allyson - May 03, 2005 3:12:36 pm PDT #1869 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I keep thinking, for $600, I could have a full spa day at Burke Williams.
That's it. I'm buying a lottery ticket. Ima go and get a mani and a pedi and a massage and a facial and maybe get all wrapped up in some seaweed and mud.
I promise to hum the Firefly theme at least once.
Kiba Rika - May 03, 2005 3:17:58 pm PDT #1870 of 10001
I may have to seize the cat.
Ima go and get a mani and a pedi and a massage and a facial and maybe get all wrapped up in some seaweed and mud.
You deserve this kind of spoiling. Even if you DON'T ever hum the Firefly theme, ever again.
Mikey - May 03, 2005 3:40:32 pm PDT #1871 of 10001
All this time, I thought Hunter was a bitch. Turns out she was just hungry.
Nathan mispoke in an interview a long while ago and thanked "all the flans."
Actually, Nathan is quite popular with flans and blancmanges.
Gandalfe - May 03, 2005 4:25:44 pm PDT #1872 of 10001
The generation that could change the world is still looking for its car keys.
Gandalfe. Four people if StuntHusband is around.
You know me so well.
Kiba Rika - May 03, 2005 4:31:44 pm PDT #1873 of 10001
I may have to seize the cat.
I love flan.
Kalshane - May 03, 2005 5:25:38 pm PDT #1874 of 10001
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
Just forwarded to me by a non-Buffista Mutant Enemy fanatic:
Bwah!
JenP - May 03, 2005 5:26:59 pm PDT #1875 of 10001
Ha! Funny, JZ.
Matt the Bruins fan - May 03, 2005 5:40:58 pm PDT #1876 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Well, before anyone strains themselves pooh-poohing the paid con experience as a crass waste of money, let me say that I considered mine well spent for getting to hang out with Bronzer friends and Angel-loving co-workers for a weekend, find a shirt printed with Jilli's cartoon doppelganger, attend a great concert, sit at a table with Camden Toy while he waxed enthusiastic about live theatre, and not only crack David Boreanaz up but also unwittingly spur him to call Christian Kane his bitch in front of about 3000 people. I have no regrets.