I was looking at the comments on Whedonesque and this caught my eye:

All of those tiny little moments, those seemingly insignificant choices, those little touches...they are what make Serenity. And since none but ourselves, we loyal Browncoats, will probably look as in-depth into the movie, we're going to have to tell the world exactly why this is the best movie ever made.

I'm scared.

Better than Shawn of the Dead? I think not.

Hey -- Nilly's credited as "Nilly" in that snippet. She's no "Nilly." She's Nilly.

Whatever, "ita."

Love,

"Allyson"

And since none but ourselves, we loyal Browncoats, will probably look as in-depth into the movie, we're going to have to tell the world exactly why this is the best movie ever made.

There are so many ways in which this sentence gets on my tits. I'd parse them, but I'm paralyzed with not caring very much.

Better than Shawn of the Dead? I think not.

It's hard to beat Shawn of the Dead. Even with a cricket bat.

I may need to rent that again.

... OMG I may have just come up with my Halloween costume. Fake blood and a cricket bat!

There are so many ways in which this sentence gets on my tits. I'd parse them, but I'm paralyzed with not caring very much.

Treat it like a fortune cookie, shrift. Like this:

And since none but ourselves, we loyal Browncoats, will probably look as in-depth into the movie, we're going to have to tell the world exactly why this is the best movie ever made in bed.

I know it's easy to be misled with my zombie-like mien, but it's Shaun of the Dead.

Though if they ever do an American remake, it totally needs to star you.

Treat it like a fortune cookie, shrift.

Well, it'd be better than the real fortune cookie I got today, which said:

:) A good time to finish up old tasks. :)

Thanks for reminding me about those invoices I needed to fill out from two weeks ago, fortune cookie. Thanks a bunch.