Elena and I went to see Brokeback Mountain on Saturday. It was okay, but not mind-altering or anything. Elena was all, "Oh! Those poor persecuted men! The world is an evil, evil place to be. Sob-sob!", while I was like "Whatevs. Where's the schvanz? I thought this was a gay cowboy movie? The fuck?"

That night, we watched Serenity. Now, I'm as big a Joss Whedon fan as the next rabid fangirl, but I'd never gotten into Firefly. I think I knew it would ba cancelled quickly enough (poor Jewel Staite—two shows in one season!), since it was on Fox, after all. So I vowed I'd watch it eventually. Then I never did.

So I watched Serenity, coming in cold having never seen Firefly. It was okay. Joss is much better suited to TV directing. Too many split-screens. I have much love for Adam Baldwin, so watching him scrap it out in his yellow shirt was fun.

Inrigued enough to give Firefly a chance, I fired up my Replay, and watched the first two-part episode. Damn, the show is much better than the movie.

I'm on episode five.

I'm watching: My fabulous friend Erin on So Chic. Kick some makeover ass, girl!
 
I'm listening to: M. Ward, Transistor Radio and Sufjan Stevens, Seven Swans. I think that Sufjan Stevens is a Christian! He's singing about God!
 
I'm reading: Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris. Adam Ball is making the series into an HBO show. How awesome is that?

Adam Baldwin is so dreamy. . . .