Or, really, by most everything these days.
See, when I read a few posts above, how you wrote "we finish the first 13 sometime in June-ish", I squeed almost audiably myself, so I guess you're entitled to some tickliness.
In other, older, you're-probably-already-tired-of-them news, I still love "Firefly". What prompted this surprising and unexpected declaration was the newborn baby of my best friend. She gave birth 3 weeks ago, and the baby is currently both a slow eater and a complete night-owl. So I tried to assemble some tapes for her, stuff to watch while she has to keep herself awake with a delicate baby in her arms. On top of some other stuff (some of it BtVS and AtS), I tossed in "Firefly". She's already seen it, but that was part of the point - not giving her completely new stuff, which will demand her concentration and attention on 4:00am, but rather, good things that will draw her attention and can be stopped at any minute when the baby is finally asleep.
To make a not-so-long story (though you can't know it from how I'm telling it) a little longer, their VCR wasn't hooked up properly (it's a multi-system one, which can show both European and American tapes, but it has to be setup properly for it), so when I was there last night, I tried to convince it to work OK (and, yes, that friend has a PhD in experimental physics, hooks up the most complicated systems on a daily basis, plans them and analyzes them, but when she needs to hook up the VCR and the TV and press little buttons, she asks me to do it. I have no explanation for this).
Um, "Firefly". Right. When I finished playing with all the cords and buttons, I wanted to make sure I didn't ruin anything along the way, so I popped a tape insde the VCR and pressed "Play". It was one of mine, it was "Firefly" and it was at one of the last scenes of "The Message", with Tracy feeling betrayed and trying to do what he thinks will save him and threatening Kaylee and looking haunted and stressed and scared and trying-to-be-determined and taking all the wrong steps and Mal angry at him and trying to save him and not telling him that and directly shooting him when Kaylee seems to be in immediate danger.
I only saw a couple of seconds. They were Mal's face, right before he shoots. All that anger and determination and sorrow and protectiveness and having-to-make-a-quick-decision and somewhat falling-victim-to-his-own-weaknesses, just like Tracy, the love for his old friend and for his assembled family and the pain in the lack of possibility to keep it all and the need to choose and the sorrow for the past and of what was and is now gone, and - I could just go on.
I saw a couple of seconds of that face, nothing more. My friend's older son demanded my attention, after waiting patiently while I was playing with all the cords and buttons and not letting him touch anything, so "Harold and the Purple Crayon" is was (continuing the theme of presents and nephews which seems to go along in this thread recently, though he's not related to me and the book was a "don't worry, you're still loved, even though there's a new baby" present, not a Christmas one). But I recognized the place of the episode immediately. Mal was going to tell Tracy soon that he only carried the bullet for him for a while, and Zoe was going to hold his hand when he died. And now I can't take Mal's face out of my mind, and I can't watch the episode because it's over at B's, and I'm all in love with the show all over again. Sigh.
However, I managed to have a whole post about "Firefly" and Mal without mentioning "Out of Gas" even once. I take this as a sign that I'm growing as a person.