Hey folks, howwhyya? Real quick post today, as I don't got much to say to anybody. I think I've talked a lot about the Andrews Sisters while I've been stuck on this hunkajunk, so I dug out my records and now I'm gonna play you a little song.

In the spirit of Purim, which I missed because of certain thingsOh, and Clapet? Gonna need your answer, ( Read more... )

[Hey ho, Donny sounds a little out of his mind fed up]

Alright, alright. I can hear you already! Please, for the love of fuckin'...fuckin' Teddy Ballgame, SHUT. YOUR. FRIGGIN. PIE. HOLES.

YEAH. I'm talking to you. I know you can hear me! I don't care if you haven't been washed recently, I don't care if you're on some guy's smelly feet, I don't ( Read more... )

[Donny just waves to the camera. He's down in zero too, but he looks like he's getting a little antsy.]

They broke my baseball bat. Like...broke it. In half.

[Yes, that's all he can think to say. He huffs and looks around cautiously.]

I don't....[And now he whispers:] Fah the record? I don't fuckin' like this. Rounding up people, like they're ( Read more... )

Dear Santa. Admiral. Whichever you are.

I recently found this book in the library. Let me share with you, Santa, and you as well, Barge. It's called There's No Such Thing as a Chanukah Bush, Sandy Goldstein. It a heartwarming tale about being Jewish during Christmastime, featuring a curious little girl, a wise grandfather, and acceptance. Awh, see ( Read more... )

And now Inara's gone. You know...

How 'bout them floods? them Sox? that Admiral? non-woolen trousers?

Fuck it. I'm just really gonna miss her. I'm really missing everyone who left actually.

Especially Inara. It's funny what kind of life you can wind up building here; the kind of life you thought had been taken from you forever.