Humble to the point of arrogance
Thursday, December 22, 2005

I consider myself a decent writer. I should be - spent four drunken years and all my daddy's money on book learnin', then conned people into paying me to do it for a living for the past 10 years.

I also consider myself at least as witty as the next guy. Of course, working at a newspaper the "next guy" is usually a grizzled, jaded, soulless journalist, so... Bottom line: as a Firefly fic writer, I often fancy myself (why does that sound dirty?) capable of Whedon-style wit.

Then I read actual Whedon wit.

About the EW article - note the gossipy forum post style:


...all I'm saying is that Nathan has a turnipy odor. It's not his fault, he doesn't eat a lot of them but everyone else in the cast noticed it and tht's not really something I'm prepared to deal with any more. And Jewel said outright she wouldn't do scenes with him except stuff like the SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER funeral scene which was outside in a high SPOILER wind.

About the DVD release:


When I worked in a video store centuries ago, my favorite moment ever was seeing a young girl watching the monitor where we'd thrown up "Holy Grail" and pulling at her mom's sleeve laughing, saying "Look, mommy, they're using coconuts!" Ahh, the classics. ... (Serenity DVD) I hope that some day a small child will be tugging on a sleeve and saying "Look, Mommy, the intransigent moral rectitude of the antagonist's world view renders him humble to the point of arrogance!" Kids are so cute.

The capper was reading JustShiny's blog with the TV Guide article where Joss predicts the future of television:

The entire thing is a riot, but here's how he ends it:


My short-lived series Firefly was the basis for the epic action film Serenity ... and the future will see more incarnations of this visionary work, as it returns to TV as Serenity: The Firefly Years, then back to film as Firefly: Serenity’s Sequel, back to TV as SereniFly and finally end as the direct-to-eyeglasses series Choose a Damn Name Already.

All of that was within the last few days (between actual script work) and almost all off the cuff.

It's like singing along with a bunch of other Elvis impersonators and thinking "Hey, we're pretty good." Then you hear Elvis. And suddenly you don't want to sing anymore. Plus the sequined jumpsuit isn't too flattering.


Speaking of which, I just noticed that the most mind-blowingly talented female singer I've ever heard (Frances Ruffelle, the original Eponine in Les Mis) is selling personally autographed copies of all of her CDs at her site:

I already own them all but, urm, yeah I'm about to buy them all again just for the signatures. Can't trust these to a Christmas list.


Thursday, December 22, 2005 2:47 PM


Jacqui, I do have to give you credit for putting Ruffelle on my mind recently.

Thursday, December 22, 2005 1:37 AM


Inspired listening, by chance?

Thursday, December 22, 2005 12:44 AM


He's so full of wit.


Yup, I got that right. Thank God.


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