A Firefly-esque Expression
Thursday, July 28, 2005

So my buddy (and fellow Browncoat) Tree was up on the roof attaching another tin roofing panel when he commented that the number of ridges on the new roofing panels made it harder for him to stagger the screws evenly. Then he said, "I miss the old ones. These new ones don't math out the same."

I thought it sounded like something a Serenity crew member would have said.

Then I had a sudden image of Tree in the Firefly-verse, and I had this idea to write a fanfic that placed my neighbors and circle of friends on an old ship in the Black. Then I decided to lie down until the urge to write fanfic went away.


Monday, December 12, 2005 6:54 AM


That was very firefly-esque. I will have to borrow that one

I was talking to my guy as were driving somewhere and I said something like:

"That don't make much reason to do it that way"

I covered my mouth and said...I need to stop watching so much firefly...and my mom would roast me if she heard me talk like that....

Friday, July 29, 2005 7:23 AM


Thanks, CMS. I used to be champion storyteller in the SCA.

I have recently started both a livejournal (http://www.livejournal.com/users/fithelere iirc)

and spirituality blog (http://www.neopaganthoughts.blogspot.com).

There's not much there yet, but there will be in time.

Friday, July 29, 2005 7:06 AM


Funny! I love Jacks of all trade. I consider myself to be a bit of a Jill of all trades. Though I couldn't claim as many accomplishments as your friend.

You tell amusing stories Cedric. You should tell them more often!

Friday, July 29, 2005 6:58 AM


Hey, CMSerenity,

We must know different Trees. My friend is only six foot something. He does look a lot like a tree, though--very lanky, with a single waist-length dreadlock, from which he periodically pulls leaves and pine needles. No kidding.

He's also the kind of omnicompetent person I could see doing well in the 'verse: He's a builder, salvager, sound engineer, percussionist, electrician, plumber, and drum maker. Perhaps his biggest flaw is to believe that he knows how to do everything, rather than just 90% of everything. When my next door neighbor gave birth at her place in the woods--accompanied only by her four- and two-year-old daughters--we asked why she hadn't called Tree. (He was the only one of our friends in the neighborhood.) She replied, "I didn't want him to come over and tell me I was doing it wrong!"

A few hours later, when I got there to check on her, Tree did come by, and his first comment was, "Elisa, you should be in bed, not walking around." :-)

But we all love him anyway.

Friday, July 29, 2005 3:02 AM


That's great! Very Firefly-esque.
You know, I knew a guy named Tree. He was 7'2".

Thursday, July 28, 2005 4:51 PM


If I don't use that, I'm gonna hand it off to the math teacher next door to me!

Thursday, July 28, 2005 3:20 PM


I like it. I may just borrow that one.


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