Firefly & Bloggers In Real Life

Not much of the exciting or high-larious to report except that I am now in severe depression/withdrawal over having finished watching the final episode of Josh Whedon’s Firefly and have truly lost all hope in humanity. How the hell a television show this genius could get cancelled is completely, utterly beyond me. I’m a character and dialogue whore, so this show was practically made for me, the way it sucked me in with one amazing line after another and compounded it with characters that I gave a damn about and wanted to see come out of scrapes okay.

Alas, poor Serenity. We hardly knew ye. But they can’t take the sky from you.

I still haven’t seen Serenity yet, but now that I’ve watched the series (Why, American viewers? WHY? WHY DID YOU LET THIS SHOW DIE?!?) it’s something that I mean to rectify in very short order.

I also did one of those you always sort of wonder about but are never quite sure how it would go and met a blogger. Or at least a blogger I liked and who’s stuff I’ve been reading since I got acquainted with him last year over Neil-O’s arrival in south east Asia. His name is Adel Gabot and I only got to know him through mutual comments on each of our blogs after I went hunting around the internet to see how Neil-O was faring after he left Singapore. Since Adel is also a writer, and since we’re both pathetic geeks, we hit it off amicably, and when he came over to Singapore for business over the course of the week, it seemed like a good idea to meet him, so the Wife and had a milkshake with him at the Bug Eyes and it was all good.

It’s a weird thing having to reconfigure your brain though. I mean, when you read someone’s stuff for months, or even years, and get a feeling for who they are, that idea is filtered through your own prejudices and imagination, so naturally, if you’re never met the person, you create mannerisms, rhythms, cadences and characteristics that may not actually be present in the real, living, breathing person. Like even though I got on well with Adel and like him, there was that shock moment when I first heard his voice and realized all this time, his mental image in my head had included a North American accent, which was stupid since he’s from the Philippines, but my natural inclination is to mentally assign everyone a North American voice, since, well, that’s the one I’ve got.

But once you get past the initial perception you’ve formed, and start paying attention to the person in front of you, things become much easier and more pleasant and that was certainly the case here. It’s always good to just sit around and geek out about everything from how lousy the new Star Wars trilogy was to watching an uncensored version of V for Vendetta in the Philippines to just showing off the majesty and lunacy that is Feel The Magic XX/XY on the Nintendo DS. There was even a little shop talk since, we’re both writers, though he’s considerably farther up the food chain being an editor while I’ve mucked around as a happy go lucky gaming journalist.

Speaking of which, these are the topics I would like to address in future posts over the next few days: Gaming Journalism and how it’s NOT supposed to be taken seriously, Were Animals, and the real reason Superman turned out to be such a big blue boyscout.

There. I’ve written ‘em, so now I shouldn’t forget them. Now it’s back to Firefly and going through commentaries so that I can stretch and delay the post-partum depression out a little bit more…