t aims Teflon Deflecto Ray™ at the pantheon. Except for that one; he's kind of hot.
Mal: Zoe, why do I have a wife? Jayne: You got a wife? All I got is that dumbass stick sounds like its raining. How come you got a wife?
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
JenP - Jan 30, 2006 4:57:24 pm PST #7864 of 10001
JZ - Jan 30, 2006 5:02:03 pm PST #7865 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Christians can take a hike to the Left Coast.
What about the Christians who are already here? Should we start packing for Brazil? 'Cause I could be down with that.
What if Jesus had a spaceship?
That is a writing assignment I could have gotten into, as a student.
Heh. My beloved terminally eccentric Uncle D. in Brookline spent his declining years laboring on his magnum opus, a novel spinning out from the thesis that Jesus was an interstellar Mason. No publisher in his lifetime thought it would ever find an audience; I'm beginning to suspect the problem was that the Buffistas didn't exist yet.
Gus - Jan 30, 2006 5:04:56 pm PST #7866 of 10001
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
Of course he was. What with the spaceship and all.
tommyrot - Jan 30, 2006 5:05:51 pm PST #7867 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
There was a Ray Bradbury short story that had Jesus traveling from planet to planet, bringing salvation to each one. It was about a guy who wanted to meet Jesus so he traveled to the planets that Jesus had been to - each time he'd just miss Jesus.
Not one of my favorite Bradbury stories, I have to admit. (And I was a Christian when I read it.)
Gus - Jan 30, 2006 5:07:43 pm PST #7868 of 10001
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
thesis that Jesus was an interstellar Mason...
Uncle D. of Brookline was my kind of hombre.
DCJensen - Jan 30, 2006 5:10:49 pm PST #7869 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
It would explain all the churches in Mason City, IA.
Well, that or the bible belt thing...
OTH? They have a Kum & Go convenience store there.
JZ - Jan 30, 2006 5:15:31 pm PST #7870 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Uncle D. of Brookline was my kind of hombre.
I defy anyone on earth not to love him. He was an engineering professor at MIT and wore homburgs and Tyrolean hats with jaunty little feathers; he was mathier than Nilly and Emily put together, but he hadn't got the common sense God gave a goose; and he was devoted to ponderous '30s science fiction space operas and to his wives--not that he was a polygamist, but he was married twice; the first wife died as he was nearing 70, he nearly died of grief, and then he met a Dedham widow who was also dying of grief and they rescued each other. She once told me that he'd written her poetry while they were courting, and when I asked if I could see it she blushed. Apparently it was dirty. Also, he was the world's most magnificently awful stereotypical insane Boston driver.
I'm fairly certain he would've thought you were his kind of hombre too.
SailAweigh - Jan 30, 2006 5:15:47 pm PST #7871 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
It was about a guy who wanted to meet Jesus so he traveled to the planets that Jesus had been to - each time he'd just miss Jesus.
I think I remember that story. It confused me because I couldn't understand why anyone would want to waste their time that way. I would have been traveling around and looking for Elvis.
Gus - Jan 30, 2006 5:20:18 pm PST #7872 of 10001
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
The Bradbury thing. That was The Man, right?
It would explain all the churches in Mason City, IA.
There is no explanation for this. It is inexplicable. Give it up.
Gus - Jan 30, 2006 5:31:15 pm PST #7873 of 10001
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
He was an engineering professor at MIT and wore homburgs and Tyrolean hats with jaunty little feathers; he was mathier than Nilly and Emily put together, but he hadn't got the common sense God gave a goose; and he was devoted to ponderous '30s science fiction space operas ...
I love this man.