Archive for August, 2005

Firefly and Serenity

Thursday, August 11th, 2005

This is more of an aside, but I’ve spent about $150 on getting people hooked on Firefly since it came out on DVD last year. I’ve given people $20 towards the cost of the DVD set, which—given the bargain basement Amazon cost of $34.99—is a healthy donation. So far as I can tell, even these nearly complete strangers have all enjoyed it, and have continued getting their friends hooked.

If you have heard of Firefly and aren’t already a fan, it’s likely because someone described it as a “western in space.” This is not to be taken as meaning “cowboys and indians” or “idealistic gadget orgy”. That is simplifying it an awful lot. Think of it as a character-driven show, whose setting merely happens to be the outer rim colonies of a united galaxy. These colony planets are very poorly developed—some of them just barely habitable balls of dust—whose occupants are largely scraping along. Very much a shoot-him-before-he-shoots-you, survival-of-the-fittest sort of environment. On the other end of the spectrum, there are the core planets – affluent, educated, cultured and civilized. These core planets are held together by an efficient but somewhat Orwellian government. This government—the reason why most of the colonists became colonists in the first place—claimed rule over the outer rim colonies. Hostilities began, and one side raged against the other. One side lost.

This is where Firefly begins.

This is also where I will interrupt to explain the real-world equivalent. Faction 1 (Firefly): a unique, well-written show experimented with a new formula that was untested. Faction 2 (Fox): A media company whose staple had become so-called reality television, and who was notorious for creating edgy, unique shows which they promptly cancelled. The two sides hung out for a couple weeks, during which Faction 2 jerked Faction 1—not to mention its audience—around an awful lot. One side lost.

Fast-forward two years. Firefly’s creator, Joss Whedon, pens a script for a Firefly movie, and finds a taker in Universal. Thus is born Serenity (which is also the name of the Firefly-class ship in the show).

It comes out September 30th. From all accounts—that is to say, people inside the industry, or who were lucky enough to see a preview release of the movie—it continues the story set up in the television series, while (fortunately) introducing its universe and characters to neophytes. All while managing to be “fantastic” (in the words of a preview viewee).

However, if you wish to get the most ouf of the movie—and this is personal opinion—I’m recommending you go order the boxed set from Amazon. If you missed the link up top, here it is again. Who knows? I might even send you $20.

Now what?

Thursday, August 4th, 2005

Another semester at school down, unknown number to go. My English class went well (and I had a bit of fun, as you can see in this paper), and I’m contemplating registering—assuming the class isn’t already full—for the second required semester of English. These are things I should have done ten years ago, when I was young and carefree – except back then, I was young and carefree. I now, however, have this urge to progress in my life, and feel that I need structured learning to explore the nooks of my possible and future profession. Right now, I have a hole in my schedule—which used to contain a class—that I want to fill with something productive. This also means that I will set realistic goals which I—realistically and traditionally—won’t do. An example: I buy books that promise new avenues of learning and intellectual betterment, which I then simply stack up and never read. This is not out of spite for ex-forest material, nor is it caused by some deep-seated self-hatred. No, somewhere along the way, I decide that I’ve something important and urgent that requires my attention. Most of these do need some doing, but in this case, I convince myself that I don’t have time to delve into that new facet of personal expansion.

This has always been to my detriment, and I am—somewhat to my disbelief—slowly correcting it. Wish me luck.