Allyson waxes philosophic (and grateful) in Firefly:

Allyson, are you implying that if I were to periodically say "I love you" to my TV screen, it wouldn't be completely barmy?

I'm saying that you could email Tim Minear, who created all that loveliness, and tell him. And he'd likely email you back and say that he lurves you, too. And then name a moon after you...wait, that already happened.

And you're a fan, and I'm a fan and Kristen is a fan and Kiba is a fan, and we'd be fans regardless of whether Joss swings by and posts, or Tim names a moon after one of us, or Fury sends me a birthday gift.

But our heroes love us back a little, and it makes them all the more heroic, and so when a fan asks me what I do, how do I know these people?

I don't know these people, not really. Not any better than any other fan, I don't think.

It's just that they've made themselves available, for better or worse. And that's what's so fucking endearing. They loves being on that panel and answering questions and talking to the fandom. Nathan brought gifts to give out to the fans.

Tim hung out and talked to everyone who came by. And Joss was so incredibly content and comfortable and nary a furrowed brow could be seen.

I mean, they were all so grateful. Gracious. Loving and at ease and funny and truly happy to be there, together, hanging with fandom.

And I felt like, well, I'm grateful to them.

For without, I'd not know ita, or Polgara, or Kristen.

And over a hundred thousand dollars may not have found its way to charities throughout the years, and I know of a few couples who met through Buffy and Angel fandom and now have wee babies, who wouldn't exist for not the fandom that exists because of folks like Joss and Tim and all.

And that's quite a legacy. And I wish I could say that to Joss. Ima have to write a fan letter.

In which Typo Boy realizes 'tis the Season(s):

Happy Hannukah, Merry Christmas, Good Ramadan, Happy belated Hindu festival of lights, Happy Kwanza, Blessed Solstice, an early Happy New Year, a recrimination filled Festivus, many bargains at the after Christmas sales, and whatever other greeting is appropriate to the favored holiday of all Buffistas this season.

Er - that's all.

Happy merry, and merry happy

Gar

In Natter 19...

msbelle: Just found out that Dad bought himself a book that I had bought him for his much delayed Father's Day gift. LOSER!

Jesse: msbelle, doesn't your dad know the rule about not buying yourself anything in December?!? Come ON.

DXMachina: Heh. I constantly violated this rule when I was married.

That's probably why I'm not anymore, isn't it...

ita: He has a daughter who doesn't know the rule about buying Father's Day gifts in June, so what do you expect?

ita, who is house-cleaning:

My god. Closet's huge. You could fit the Aragorn/Legolas relationship in there. Sadly, no one thought to do that before I went in searching.

emilyn wrote a nice article for the NY Times about the Firefly DVDs, Tim Minear commented upon same, and then we got this:

Michele T.:

Emily *is* a delight, and now she can have Tim's quote to that effect tattooed on her ass, should she so choose. Or not. Um.

emilyn:

Um indeed!

Narrator:

Think of the interesting conversation at emily's next performance appraisal:

NYT Editor -- Um, well, we really ask that our reporters/columnists refrain from permanently marking their bodies with the names of, or comments from, those they cover.

Betsy HP:

I love the remade Flash Gordon, which not only embraces the cheese but commits illegal acts using pasteurized processed cheese food.

Cinematically, I'm a little bit lactose-intolerant. I can handle some participatory gruyere, and even after-the-fact retroactive brie, but it's the innocently-committed, earnest Velveeta that makes me run away.

Nilly tries to explain Firefly love to Hannukah guests:

Guests: What are these things that Nilly is petting and hugging?
Me: DVDs of a show you haven't heard of. Though I'll probably make some of you sit and watch it.
Guests: So you can play them on your computer?
Me: No.
Guests: Oh, so do you even have a DVD player?
Me: No.
Guests: So did somebody bring their DVD player?
Me: No.
Guests: Is there any way for you to actually watch what's on the CDs tonight?
Me: No.
Guests: So why did you want T to bring them at all?
Me: To pet.

Tim Minear: I guess I'll just have to have everyone over when my theatre is done and do it live with Adam and Jose. Please don't slash that.

Sean, being helpful in RotK:

Liv, babe... You can't actually speak Elvish. You've just never forgotten your lines.

Madrigal, in Goodbye 2003 on package deliveries:

Still, I probably would have had better results using the Pony Express, which nowadays is probably just some crazy guy with a clydesdale who's really into putting maps to use, but he's got a great work ethic, always delivers the package, and accepts payment in cheap ale and poorly knitted balaklavas.