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Thanks to the glories of my beautiful new laptop, I'm typing this while playing Scrabble with my foxy boyfriend and listening to Matty Charles, singer of "Valentine Song," in case you are looking for a good song for that Valentine's mix. It's a mighty fine song. On Friday night, we ate Thai takeout and started a game of Scrabble. On Saturday, we got up, ate Thai leftovers, went to Starbucks, he went running, and I went to a friend's daughter's three-year-old birthday party. We finished our Scrabble game, and somehow I won. We stopped at Maryelizabeth's to drop off some books. We went out to dinner, and they did not know how to make Sazeracs and a giant lobster head sat on my plate of lobster ravioli as a garnish and its antenna poked me in the boob, but whatever. The pecan-encrusted redfish was great, as was the corn and crab bisque. (It occurs to me that stuff contained in the next three paragraphs are kind of spoilerish and you might want to skip them if you've never seen but plan to watch Firefly, which you should.) I showed him a couple of episodes of Firefly, and unfortunately they were not my favorites. Who really gave a shit about their old army buddy in "The Message"? Not me. And it was just monotonous and repetitive and annoying. I was sad that his first exposure to this show that I am in complete newfound love with was this crappy episode. So we watched the next one, "Heart of Gold," the one with Julie Cooper-Nichol as Inara's old friend who ran the whorehouse. This was certainly a better episode, what with the exciting fight at the end when the mean daddy came to steal the baby, but I certainly did not approve of Mal sleeping with anyone! Good Lord. The best moment of the episode was how Inara broke down and cried after he slept with Julie Cooper-Nichol. I watched the last episode, "Objects in Space." I was sad that he did not get to see this episode, because damn. It's really good. My heart was sad when it ended and kind of bursting, really, especially when River asked Mal for permission to board. GOD! I don't even know how fans of this show from the beginning coped when it got canceled. Knowing they'd seen the episodes out of order and that there were whole episodes they never even got to see? Horrible. And knowing that they'd never know how it ended? (Until the DVDs came out, of course.) I swear I would have been in a state of revolt. I guess lots of fans were, and I guess that's how Serenity ended up getting made. And I am rejoicing, like, retroactively, wishing I had been a part of that effort. It's not just a good show; there seems to be something really special about it. Maybe it's the outpouring of love for the show and the ship and the others that the cast and creators exhibit on the commentaries and behind the scenes features. It's just moving to me. He beat me at Scrabble. Radiohead is blaring on the stereo, and he's crawling around in the attic hopefully not about to fall through the ceiling, rearranging some stuff so he can put some more stuff up there. I am drinking a giant chocolate milkshake from Creole Creamery. My coming here today was a surprise. We parted last night so he could come back to take care of his cat, and I woke up this morning and did not like the look of a Sunday not spent with him doing Sunday sorts of things. That is just not a Sunday I cared to have today. So I drove here in the rain and here I am. When he gave me this laptop for Christmas, I immediately loved how new and shiny it was, so I started calling it Shiny. I brought it home for Christmas, and I was completely antisocial at times because I could not bear to be parted from Shiny. They laughed at me as I toted it to the car that night when I left to drive home. "There goes Eliza. And Shiny!" they said, making fun of me, but not meanly. Shiny! Oh, how I love my Shiny. And please imagine how happy I was when I noticed how one of the favorite adjectives on Firefly is nothing else but "shiny." Now I kind of love Shiny's name even more, even though I know that makes me a big fat dork. Okay, it's later now. We watched Serenity. He is a trouper. It was way better than before, obviously, now that I've seen the series, even though it was really great before I really had a clue what it was all about. It takes the show to a whole new level. It's so, so, so good. I can't even believe how late I am to this party, but better late than never, I suppose. Imogen Heap's "Hide and Seek" is the most beautiful song I've heard lately. :::
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