Kevin, good idea even though it could become a bit too much alike Swimming with Sharks. Not that it would be anything wrong with that, I love me Sharks, but bleak and pitchblack humour isn't for anyone.

Jesse's my favorite.

Woo hoo!

I think Tim's next show should be about gardening, playing with beagles, ordering in yummy thai food, and sitting on the couch in comfy jammies watching old movies. Except no one should film it and he should rehearse often.

..and buying Allyson a pony. but he only needs to rehearse that part once.

From Tim posting at the site:

Guys, you know how I predicted there would be six unaired eps on the DVD? Then the network assured me they were going to air the episodes. Well, I haven't changed my prediction. They're not airing us next week either, now. There's a chace they might air one to four more, I'm sort of hoping they don't at this point. Easily the best episodes will be the unaired ones on the DVDs. Here's keeping our fingers crossed the studio finds releasing the full 13 a good move.

randomly stumbles into the thread, sucked in by the glory that is the COMM'd Letter to Tony.

...Oh, lord, they didn't cancel his show, did they? Darn. I trust I've got the wrong end of the stick - don't normally venture here, because, alas, Wonderfalls and The Inside are not available here in Cairo, so I fear I cannot contribute to the discussion. But then there was the letter, and I laughed a lot, and had an attack of curiosity.

(I am, incidentally, still giggling at the notion of cheeseburgers having a syren song. The prospect of Odysseus being tied to the mast of his ship while all his men, ears stoppered, gamely row them past an island of irresistible fat-making cheeseburgers who are all 'Come and get me, big boy, I'm so saucy, lick my delicious juices, EAT ME! EAT ME NOW!!!' is just glorious. Hell, I'd sue anyone who had such fearsome burgers trying to lure me into losing my sylphlike and girlish figure with their meaty wiles.)

...and somehow my first post Chez Tim seems to be porn, and disturbing porn at that. Huh. I suppose it could have been worse. There could have been hot burger-on-burger action.

...oh, again, dear. I shall never be able to look at a Big Mac in the same way again. Which is probably just as well.

slinks away.

There's one thing of which I am certain, and that is that Tim will land on his feet. Though maybe with his pants around his ankles, for he needs a belt.

However, I'm just so proud it makes my heart hurt. People talk about Tim having no luck and getting canceled and such, but really, there's an assload of pilots each year, scripts, some filmed, that never make it to air. The Inside was one, and until they could persuade Tim to come in and fix it, it wasn't going anywhere. And so that's incredibly successful.

I mean, I wish for Tim to have an enormously successful show with a five year run.

I also wish he'd buy me a pony and some nice shoes.

But I wish for the successful, long-running, brilliant show, even more, because that's what he wants, and so I want it for him. And selfishly, for me, too, because I loves some good teevee.

And that's going to happen. Since Firefly ended, he produced Wonderfalls, which still makes me want to dance every time I watch an episode, and The Inside, which makes me laugh with maniacal glee.

So it's going to happen, this I am sure of. So sure, that I am ending sentences with prepositions with reckless abandon.

Well, bugger.

Are we sure that Tim didn't break a mirror while he was killing someone or burying the body in some perfectly innocent way? Or piss off a vengeance demon?

It's a good question, Fay. Perhaps he put a ladder up over his front door and walks under it on the way to work in every morning.

I figure there will be another show with Tim Minnear in some capacity. It's just irritating to have a show I enjoy - The Inside, Wonderfalls, etc. - come on, give me a taste, make me want to find out more, and then disappear. They aren't given a chance to settle in, let me know who the people are, how they're messed up, how their various quirks play off each other and how they interact. What grates is the garbage that comes on, and stays on, while these intelligent, intriguing shows with depth and resonance flicker across the screen and are gone. sigh.