and all those who see me and all who believe in me

( Private )

So, um. If I’m getting this right, I’m from space.

I flew a space ship. A midbulk transport, standard radion-accelerator core, classcode 03-K64 Firefly. And I was damn good at it. We smuggled things from the core planets to the Outer Rim. Evaded the Alliance. Harbored known fugitives, too.

And I was married.

And I… died. In the year of 2517, I was hit by a Reaver harpoon after pulling of what had to have been the greatest stunt of my career, and I died. And the Alliance put me here, so that they can capture a teenage genius and turn her into a super soldier.

Isn’t this just the week for pleasant discoveries.

Also, the Earth no longer exists. Right now I’m living on a planet that doesn’t exist.

It would be neat if it wasn’t so mind-blowingly insane.

Wo de ma he ta de fong kung de wai sheng dou.

( Private to Willow )

Okay, I'm resorting to the patheticness that is calling out to one's girlfriend over the Network.

Willow, honey? Are you okay? You haven't been answering my calls. Well, you did the one time, but it was threatening and bizarre and I'm not sure it was you. I know that whole week after April Fools' was just plain weird, but still, I'm worried.

Is there something I'm missing, or do you just not want to talk to me?

[OOC: cramming in reaction before changeover yay]

Well. It's been one hell of a month, hasn't it?

The bastard was caught. I don't think I've properly expressed my absolute outrage regarding what he did or the delightful sense of glee I felt the moment I heard that they finally found him, so let me do it now: fuck him, fuck his twisted ideology, fuck his little experiments and fuck everything about him, surrounding him, whatever. Have I mentioned what he did to us? I probably shouldn't, for Willow's sake. But it should never have happened. I'm not a fan of the death penalty, but in his case...

Onto the gleeful part. He's gone, the mess is over, Willow and I have been spending time together, and... it's better. Things are getting better.

( Read more... )

Who else is hoping for a normal April? But with all the confusion going around, it doesn't seem likely.

Valentine's Day!

Willow, sweetie, I would never laugh at you. Unless you were doing something to intentionally elicit laughter. The coupon book is adorable, you're adorable for being nervous about it, and I, of course, love it.

Graves? I love you, man. I cannot stop playing with those things, they are addictive. I especially like the Triceratops.

I love this holiday, even when I'm single. I don't care how commercialized it is; it makes people happy, that's the important thing. And I happen to like Hallmark. That talking bear they're selling this year? Very cute, and I don't normally like bears. I stick to more reptilian things.

I don't know, I'm just happy right now, and I don't think there's anything that's going to shake it.

Everyone, have a comic.



I totally want to do this someday. Anyone in?

This recent crime spree has me antsy. I mean - arson? Rape? In Harmony? And whatever horrible things that woman did to her child... how do you do that kind of thing to a child? To an infant?

It has me nervous about picking up passengers at night. For once I'm actually worried about the type of people getting into my car. I could be providing criminals with transportation. It reminds you of what people are capable of, no matter how innocent they look.

But I've been trying not think about it. I've taken Ema's post as inspiration: I've been watching a lot of TV. Which leads me to the real reason I'm writing.

There is this guy, in New York. He drives a cab. He picks up people and invites them to be contestants on his game show. Which takes place in his cab.

How is that not me?

I hereby demand that Cash Cab: Harmony become, you know, a thing.

Okay. How is it that I haven't written anything since before Christmas, despite having nothing better to do? It's not like my job gets more demanding during the holidays (although New Year's tends to be unpleasant), or I had a wedding to plan and take part in. On that note, Nyota and Gabriel, I wish you the very best, as I'm sure everyone else does. Nyota, may we never meet in a supermarket again.

That means I still have some Christmassy things to say, seeing as I'm way too lazy to send out thank you cards. I hope you all enjoyed your dinosaur cookies. They were surprisingly difficult to find. People make sugar cookie trees and sugar cookie footballs, and yet a Pachycephalosaurus cookie is too much to ask of a bakery. Really, what is the world coming to?

Lisa, those T-Rex slippers are both amazing and comfortable. They are my default footwear inside the apartment. I may have to give them names.

Shizuka, enjoy those fuzzy dice. They may be incredibly tacky, but... I gave them to you, so I'm sure they have some redeeming quality. I'm still not sure why I gave you the angel that I did - they don't have anything for "niece" - but "serenity" just felt right. Think happy, peaceful, tranquil thoughts, I guess?

And now we've entered a new year! The end of a decade! Technically not the end of a decade, that would be 2011, but still significant because the human race is fond of round shiny numbers! Think about it. Ten years ago, we were freaking out about Y2K, 9/11 hadn't happened, and 'N Sync was beloved instead of mocked. Now we have fewer fears that computers will ruin our lives, a heightened alertness towards terrorism, and Lady Gaga. Anyone else feeling the slightest bit old?

On the subject of resolutions, I don't make them. I break them too easily. And really, right now there's nothing in my life that I'd want to change. I'm not overly interested in losing weight, I'm not going to stop driving like a highly skilled maniac, and I refuse to replace my standard diet of Chinese take-out with organic carrots. Overall, right now I'm actually pretty happy. Unless anyone has any suggestions as to how to radically improve my life, I'm sticking with what works.

Everyone pretend I wished you a happy holiday before said holiday actually happened. Hooray!

Okay.

I almost crashed today. Twice. Twice. And the people I was driving were all too busy being agitated with their own problems to even notice.

I don't crash. It's something that doesn't happen in all known universes. It's against the laws of nature.

Something is wrong.

Halloween is, without a doubt, my favorite holiday. I love this time of year. Not freezing like winter, not hot like summer, dying leaves turning pretty colors - it's the greatest. And the holiday itself, with the gorging on horror films and candy. If I had it my way, every day in Harmony would be a zombie-infested gorefest. I've taken those quizzes, you know. I've got an 80% chance of survival in such situations.

It is insane - insane - how much candy I have stockpiled. Everything from Snickers to Reese's to Jolly Ranchers (a personal favorite). Trick-or-treaters will be making a return trip to my cornucopia of delicious sugary treats.

Speaking of which, although I've heard talk (or seen, whatever) about Halloween parties across the Network, I don't think I'll be taking part. I am, as my dear niece was so kind to point out, old now. Old enough to, in her opinion, qualify for a motorized wheelchair. (Someone needs to get me one of those. The havoc I could wreak...) It befits my situation to stay at home. Besides, I don't feel like coming up with a costume.

And watch some excellent thrillers.

On that note, any suggestions? Apart from the obvious and classic? There's got to be a horror-film expert somewhere on here.

Well, you all saw what the good doctor said. Resist the urge to panic.

So I'm not panicking. I'm in a state of complete serenity while rationing my food, boarding up my windows, and sharpening my butcher knives. I'm fine. I'm Zen. I'm not zombie-bait.

Like the man said: help isn't coming. We're going to have to help ourselves. This is it. Live or die. Survival of the fit-enough-not-to-get-eaten. My apartment's pretty high up if anyone needs a place to stay. I don't know how much height will help, but a potential advantage is a potential advantage. I've never used those knives in combat, but desperation can make a man do incredible things.

Turns out the crazies weren't so crazy after all. I've got a lot of questions about that, but I don't think now's the time to be asking them. I'm not going to tell anyone to relax, but we can't panic. It'll lead to chaos, and if we reach a state of chaos, we're as good as dead.

I'm not a religious man, but nonetheless: God have mercy on our souls.

Of all the times to join a journaling system, I pick one where the level of crazy has shot through the roof. I wonder what that says about me. Maybe it's just a coincidence; maybe I'm drawn to the insane. Whichever, it's... interesting here. And disturbing. I've noticed it in the rest of Harmony, too. Customers have been weirder than usual.

I'm Wash. I drive taxi. Does anyone know if there's anything anyone can do to help these people?