After the weekend

Well, we had a good BBQ weekend. I got hooked on Monday when Space ran all the episodes of Firefly all in a row. I watched about four of them, all told, throughout the day.

There was much drinking on Sunday, and some unhappy fallout on Monday morning, but the less said about that the better.


School started today. My wife was a little harried at work last night, working as she does in the shoe section at the local iteration of the largest retail conglomerate on the planet. Shoes and stationery were not departments I’d’ve wanted to work yesterday. But she survived, and even escaped from the store relatively close to on time.

And at the university where I work, well, they were everywhere. Every year, the first day of classes is a little overwhelming. In the spring, when classes end, they kind of trickle away, by ones and twos and dozens, depending on when they have their last exams, etc. But in the fall, boom, one day they’re all there. The university goes from a population of about 400ish to 3500 in the space of a day.

I need to lie down.

But I won’t, because judo starts tonight. Wonder how many’ll show up?

[Later] Answer: seven. Me, two blackbelts, three brand-new guys, and a gent who got his black belt in Japan, from the Kodokan, but who didn’t have all his documentation, so that’s got to be sorted out…

4 thoughts on “After the weekend

  1. Firefly is a Western in space. Seriously. The backstory goes that the central planets in the galaxy formed the Alliance, leaving the outcasts and ne’er-do-wells to live on the fringes of society, out on the frontier. The crew of the good ship Serenity — a Firefly-class freighter — make a living doing odd jobs for people who are kind of on the edges, both legally and (sometimes) mentally.

    To complicate things, they’ve got a couple of fugitives aboard, as well as a preacher and a “companion” (read “high-end prostitute”).

    It’s a well-written show. If you have the chance, rent the DVD and see what you think.

    One of my favourite lines came when a woman had seduced / disabled the captain and destroyed Serenity‘s steering after setting her on a course for a bunch of pirates. The pilot and the engineer were hunkered down under the consoles trying to fix the steering while the rest of the crew were discussing the villain’s seduction techniques. Finally the pilot — who had rebuffed the villain’s advances (as he is married) only to get kicked in the head instead — said, “Everyone who is not talking about sex can stay. Everyone else, get off the bridge!”

    And with that I say yfkytctb to you.

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