Firefly rocks my socks.
Last night, I saw the entire Firefly series [well, at least the episodes that I hadn't seen before]. I've just seen all the special features, and am in the process of watching all episodes with commentary over again, because.....well.........that's what geeks do.
I want to watch these over and over again. It's rare that I get this feeling, because usually when I've seen something incredible/wonderful my gut feeling is that watching it over and over again will only dull my reactions to it and in general wear down my love for whatever it is.
But I can't believe how much I've fallen in love with this motley crew of future-space-cowboys. It's delightful.
All right, so before I go on to watch more Firefly......I'll leave a few little-sister anecdotes to amuse you all.
[in descending chronological order]:
An hour ago
Me: [standing behind the rail of the stairs] Help me! I'm in jail!
Adorable Six-Year-Old Sister: [skeptical look]
Me: Aren't you going to free me? [shakes bars of rails for emphasis]
Sister: [skeptical look again] You're not trapped. You're free. Stop being stupid.
At church this morning
Me: It's so cold!
Sister: Me too! [pulls penguin doll out of backpack] Penguin is cold too.
Me: No, Penguin would be warm. Penguin usually lives in much colder places than this.
Sister: Ohhh.....right, because we are not in Alaska.
[after a brief interlude of explaining that penguins do not live in Alaska.....]
Mother: Remember the movie Happy Feet? Remember how the penguins live on ice? That land of ice is much colder than Alaska.
Sister: But.....Happy Feet was fake.
Me: No, a lot of the facts in the movie about penguins were true. Like how the mommies go back to the ocean for food and the fathers stay together, watching the eggs, and how the winters in Antarctica are so cold and hard, and how the killer whales sometimes eat penguins--all that stuff was true.
Sister: [after a moment of careful thought] But penguins don't talk, right?
A week or so ago
[The parents drill Sister on various basic facts, like What's your address? and What's your phone number? and the like, because elementary school teachers advise all good parents to do this just in case the good parents accidentally lose their children]
Me: [Interested in spicing up the bi-weekly drill a bit] What is the name of our president?
Sister: [A mask of deep concentration.........but ultimately, nothing.]
Me: That's all right, you don't have to know that.
[later, I pull her aside]
Me: Okay, did your teacher teach you in school who the president is?
Sister: No.
Me: That's okay, I'll teach you: our president's name is George Bush. President Bush.
Sister: Oohhhh. Okay. I thought that maybe it was George Washington?
Me: Oh, that's an easy mistake to make. George Washington was the first president of the United States, but our president right now is George Bush.
Sister: Oh, okay. [runs off to play........but returns half a minute later] Wait......but then who's George Clooney?
Have a wonderful time celebrating Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday tomorrow, everyone.
I want to watch these over and over again. It's rare that I get this feeling, because usually when I've seen something incredible/wonderful my gut feeling is that watching it over and over again will only dull my reactions to it and in general wear down my love for whatever it is.
But I can't believe how much I've fallen in love with this motley crew of future-space-cowboys. It's delightful.
All right, so before I go on to watch more Firefly......I'll leave a few little-sister anecdotes to amuse you all.
[in descending chronological order]:
An hour ago
Me: [standing behind the rail of the stairs] Help me! I'm in jail!
Adorable Six-Year-Old Sister: [skeptical look]
Me: Aren't you going to free me? [shakes bars of rails for emphasis]
Sister: [skeptical look again] You're not trapped. You're free. Stop being stupid.
At church this morning
Me: It's so cold!
Sister: Me too! [pulls penguin doll out of backpack] Penguin is cold too.
Me: No, Penguin would be warm. Penguin usually lives in much colder places than this.
Sister: Ohhh.....right, because we are not in Alaska.
[after a brief interlude of explaining that penguins do not live in Alaska.....]
Mother: Remember the movie Happy Feet? Remember how the penguins live on ice? That land of ice is much colder than Alaska.
Sister: But.....Happy Feet was fake.
Me: No, a lot of the facts in the movie about penguins were true. Like how the mommies go back to the ocean for food and the fathers stay together, watching the eggs, and how the winters in Antarctica are so cold and hard, and how the killer whales sometimes eat penguins--all that stuff was true.
Sister: [after a moment of careful thought] But penguins don't talk, right?
A week or so ago
[The parents drill Sister on various basic facts, like What's your address? and What's your phone number? and the like, because elementary school teachers advise all good parents to do this just in case the good parents accidentally lose their children]
Me: [Interested in spicing up the bi-weekly drill a bit] What is the name of our president?
Sister: [A mask of deep concentration.........but ultimately, nothing.]
Me: That's all right, you don't have to know that.
[later, I pull her aside]
Me: Okay, did your teacher teach you in school who the president is?
Sister: No.
Me: That's okay, I'll teach you: our president's name is George Bush. President Bush.
Sister: Oohhhh. Okay. I thought that maybe it was George Washington?
Me: Oh, that's an easy mistake to make. George Washington was the first president of the United States, but our president right now is George Bush.
Sister: Oh, okay. [runs off to play........but returns half a minute later] Wait......but then who's George Clooney?
Have a wonderful time celebrating Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday tomorrow, everyone.