In Firefly,
MechaKrelboyne
explains it all.
Oh, Star Trek. To me Trek has become like those guys who were your very best friends in Seventh Grade. You share a lot of ideas and humor, and are comfortable with each others company, but then you look around and realize that you're ducking calls because it's fifteen years later and they're still stuck on 'We can't interfere' for ideas, and 'The alien's drinking prune juice. HA! Didn't see that coming' for humor.
Now Star Wars is more like your friend from seventh grade who you hadn't seen in years, and you're all excited to see, and then are immensly let down because they're walking down the street in tearaway parachute pants telling everyone to talk to their hands ... TOTHE EXTREME! NOT! And so on, while Space 1999 looks on in utter disgust.
Apropos of nothing, y'all scare the crap outta me.
t /natter
Thanks to Matt the Bruins Fan in Spoilers (but not a spoiler)...
At the End of Days Starfury convention, [they showed] a video from Joss to the fans that featured a spoof Season 5 writer's whiteboard:
“Numfar = Sexy”
“Angel not brooding enough”
“Show not gay enough, more ballet!”
“Hand puppets”
“KILL WESLEY!”
In Music:
Katie M. : if someone describes their music as "gypsy jazz" does that actually mean anything? I just saw this band at a festival today that used that descriptor, and it confused me.
Gandalfe: Maybe they steal children and force them to learn to play the trombone?
Sorry for breaking COMM there for a minute. Not that I don't think the entire Music thread is COMMable, but ...
NoiseDesign: Not sure about the Hawaiian shirt thing. I just throw the parties, I don't try to explain them.
Raquel, filking in Movies
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Raquel
once again in Movies:
But it's England. Killing people until you starve to death sounds like a reasonable alternative to eating the food.
billytea on the world 100 million years in the future:
Australia will have crashed into Alaska after some idiot left the keys in the ignition.