Flyin' Through the 'Verse

Good characterization has a large impact on the quality and enjoyment level of folklore and fiction. This is certainly true in popular science fiction T.V. shows and movies. For example, when the creator of the original Star Trek, Gene Roddenberry, created his space opera he made sure his three leading characters: Spock, Doctor McCoy, and Captain Kirk were well thought out and interacted with each other in interesting ways. This made the horribly done (at least by today’s standards) special effects and oftentimes-generic plots seem forgivable because of the way the three officers’ relationships evolved.
A few years ago, the creator and screenwriter of the hit T.V. shows Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel, Joss Whedon, created a science fiction/western show that explored the relationships of a much larger group of characters. Firefly, as Whedon called this new show, is set in a future five hundred years in the future. Terra-formed worlds on the “core” make up a tyrannical dominating empire called the Alliance. (And yes, we actually do see evidence of tyranny in this Alliance, unlike an assumed tyranny like that of the Galactic Empire in the Star Wars canon.*) A resistance called the Browncoats rose up against this Alliance, and lost. The captain of the Firefly class ship, Serenity, Malcolm Reynolds, was one of these resistance fighters. This was the backdrop for the show Firefly. Unfortunately, this show was pulled from Fox after just a few episodes due to an out of order showing of these episodes and poor ratings.
Slowly, a fan base began to grow out of the ashes of this condemned show. Calling themselves Browncoats after the resistance fighters in their beloved show, these fanatics spread Firefly across the globe using the DVD boxed set as their main weapon. Eventually, the movie company Universal saw how the DVD was in the top ten DVD list on the online mega store, Amazon and decided to propose a movie deal with Joss Whedon. He began to film his blockbuster, Serenity, named after Mal’s firefly shaped ship. Opening in theaters on September 30, 2005 in the United States, the movie has so far made a disappointing 36 million dollars.
Soon to be released on December 20, 2005 in the United States as a DVD, Serenity will hopefully make double the amount it has already gained. If only people knew what quality science fiction they were missing, this movie would gain a lot more money. Even if you do not enjoy science fiction normally, this series and movie will have you enticed. As I have stated earlier, this is mainly due to the characters and interactions that occur between the characters. Mal, a usually dark and brooding type is very interesting, because unlike most protagonists in modern films and shows he does not always do the right thing. In fact, he, as well as the rest of his eight (I could argue nine) crewmates, are thieves, thugs, and criminals, so they are usually doing the wrong thing. (At least the Alliance is convinced that what they are doing is wrong.) This is not a black and white cast (the good guys, and the bad guys) many of the characters are in the grey area, like they would be. The dialogue from both Firefly and Serenity are what one would come to expect from Whedon, witty interjections, but often emotionally driven thought provoking lines. Both the beauty and the ugliness of humanity shows through the ‘Verse (universe), as the crew of Serenity battles barbarian men called Reavers. The problems of this ‘Verse are all started and overcome by humans, without the absurdity of other science fiction shows filled with aliens. That is what people find so drawing to this show, the relationships between humans and also the humanity shining out in the themes of this world, the fact that its still a very human story underneath all the “fairy dust”.

(*I am of the camp that the rebel alliance was a terrorist organization…but that’s another article ☺)

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Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: It ain't all buttons and charts little Albatross. You know what the first rule of flyin' is? Well I suppose you do, since you already know what I'm about to say.
River Tam: I do, but I like to hear you say it.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Love. You can know all the math in the 'Verse, but take a boat in the air you don't love, she ain't keepin' up just as sure as the turning of worlds. Love keeps her up when she ought to fall down, tells ya she's hurtin' 'fore she keens, makes her home.
River Tam: Storm's getting worse.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: We'll pass through it soon enough.

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Dear Peeps,

Ok...this poem was an assignment for creative writing to get into the mind of a person different from yourself. The teacher told me to do it about a male, 22, who is a father out of wedlock...o and...he's also Eastern European. I think this poem kind of shows God's love for us...in a strange and abstract way....:)

God Bless
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I sit on the couch
Watching the crib anxiously in the corner
The baby is for now silent
I can rest for a few moments at least

Thoughts turn back to when this all started
I can’t even remember everything that happened
It all fades in and out of my mind like an agile sea monster
When I left Moscow for college in Volgograd

That was the first time I had met her
That was before things had become out of control
We never realized it would have come to this
It was just a matter of time
We thought we were in love
Our impulses took over
Before we knew it

She was pregnant
She went through with it though
That was when my anxiety started

Fear of what I would do to support them
Circulated around in my head
Then he came into this world
A helpless bundle of drool and excrement
Grinning from a toothless milk hole

That was when she left
She said that she couldn’t cope
He was not her son
She left him with me

Now I sit here
In my empty apartment in downtown Volgograd
The television blares in the corner of my eye
Breaking news flashes on the screen
Images of a gym filled with children
A black-robed terrorist holds a gun
Bombs hooked around a school

The casualty count rises
Chechnya’s resistance movement is still alive
The TV’s sound blasts

A cry rises from the crib in the corner of the room
I cross over and look into the bed and its occupant
Picking up the infant
I look into his youthful blue eyes

I worry for the world he will be growing up in
Tumultuous rebellions and wars
He’ll need guidance and people guarding him

He’ll be safe…
I’ll make sure of that
His мать may have abandoned him
But I’m still here

His little pudgy hand grips mine
I cry for the little dead bodies on a distant gym floor
Their parents cry for them now
My сын will not go that way

He will be protected
I won’t let the villains in this world get to him
I’m his father…
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Supernatural

I’ve been looking,
I've been dreaming,
I’ve been thinking,
I’ve been searching,
I’ve been lost,
But now it doesn’t matter what was the cost,
Supernatural,
Supernatural,
I’ve found him,
Him,
Him,
Through him I find kin,
Supernatural,
Supernatural,
I hear them whisper in tongues,
Tongues,
Tongues,
They cry to him with righteous lungs,
Supernatural,
Supernatural,
Troubles of this world fade,
Fade,
Fade,
Our debts have been paid,
Supernatural,
Supernatural,
We will follow him to the end of days,
Days,
Days,
We are soaking in the Son’s rays,
Supernatural,
Supernatural,
Uberpowerful,
Uberpowerful,
We are truly made,
We are truly saved…
Supernatural!!!

She Hate Me

There’s nowhere but up from here,
My eyes have no more strength left for another tear,
I am now completely rejected,
I wonder if I am still even respected,
They hate me with an even deeper passion,
I am always talking to brick walls and crashin’,
Gossip thunders around,
Lies never cease to pound,
She feels I’m a threat,
Some shadowy Boba Fett,
So I gotta finally let her go,
But I every time I see her I feel I’m reading a morbid poem by Poe,
Her heart is with another,
While mine is stuck in the gutter,
She Hate Me,
And I gotta let her go,
She Hate Me,
Cuz every time I see her tears begin to flow,
She Hate Me,
I never thought I’d get this low,
You Hate Me,
And boy, does it blow…

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end"

Brothers,

So I did. I gave her that poem. Or atleast, a freind gave it to her for me. (Btw...this is the girl I vowed never to bother again :() So she apparently thinks that I know her entire schedule....and crap like that. (I think I told a freind that...its....true....) So she wants me to leave her alone...and it apparently really upset her. So much for making up. UGHHHH I don't know how to say this. I just need some...guidance...or prayer....or something.

I just wanna deal with God and just be a soldier for him in the war. But all I see down on this earth is girls and stupid fleeting teenage bullshit. I just wanna.....be walking in supernatural affairs....and not worried about.....stuff...and all this excess luggage and garbage. I also feel all alone at my school....and so...secluded...and stuck in this impenetrable bubble. It's just horrible.....I feel I have no true freinds in that school...I mean I know I do....but it's just so......cloaked in despair.....I feel very lost, confused and bemused. That's all I have to say about that.

God Bless
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Shame

should i tell her?

When you look at me,
My mind explodes into a stormy sea,
I can’t think,
You make my pride and ego shrink,
You make me ponder,
Hold my head low and wander,
Whenever I see your face,
I see how I’m a disgrace,
I finally know that you won’t forgive,
Until we cease to live,
You glare as I roll by,
When I’m near you my throat goes numb and dry,
I can’t tell you who I truly am,
Why I follow the lamb,
Why I lied,
The reason why I even tried,
When I see your faint fair form,
My whole world is torn,
When you glide past; my palms go all wet,
I begin to think of what I did and fret,
I shouldn’t even be writing this lament,
It’s not even God sent (I guess I’ll have to repent J),
When I am near you I cry to my ethereal Lord,
I play a song to him on my harp’s cord,
I still wonder why I was such a dick,
The clock on my life never ceases to tick,
I can’t stay in this place anymore,
I’m stepping through the door,
You don’t even care,
My heart begins to tear,
It’s only an adolescent crush,
But I see you and I’m only painting rainbows of brown with my brush,
I don’t know what to do,
In my head it’s like a zoo,
You hate my guts,
But you aren’t among the sluts,
You’re nice,
When you stare at me like that I feel like a mere garbage slice,
I’m ashamed of what I did,
I’m no longer a kid,
So I apologized,
But I never realized,
That you could never give me a second chance,
But I’m still thinking of a lost friend in my rants,
They say I shouldn’t care so much,
They say your just a snotty such and such,
But I see so much more,
I don’t know exactly; but it’s rocking me to my core,
Should I even show you this?
Or is your reaction just gonna throw me off the abyss?
I’m so frustrated with my actions,
My lusts; my plastic attractions,
Yeah; I’m the one that was plastic,
Even though many others can’t see through my sickness and spastic,
But you put up with me,
Even when I acted like I was three,
I’m trying to tell you why I can’t go up to you and talk,
Why I first stole your screen name and began to stalk,
Man, I wish I hadn’t written this ballad,
You probably think I’m the most pathetic lad,
It’s probably true too,
I haven’t thought any of this through,
Maybe you’ll still hate me after you’ve read,
The thought of that fills me with dread,
But I don’t know what else I could do,
This may seem like its outta the blue,
And it is,
But poetry is my biz,
So that’s why I rhyme,
Maybe it will make up for my crime,
I shouldn’t have even started,
You probably think I’m retarded,
I think I am,
I flirt like a battering ram,
I wish I could change the past,
But I’m praying the silence between us won’t last,
But every time I see you I feel my shame,
Cuz besides my lil sis, you’re the prettiest dame,
Accuse me of being a pervert,
Treat me like dirt,
But I will not stop liking you,
Even when your not part of my crew,
I’m sorry for the stalking,
Maybe we’ll meet on the other side, when I’m walking…

-Asshole

Authority

Down in the bog,
Being a big brother to my crew,
Trying to pull them through this high school slog,
They all askin' me what to do,
As if I'm a sage or wise man,
But really I'm just stuck in the same crappy loo,
O, Lord, I thank you though,
Before you I had no one to aide,
In me seeds of freinship you do sow,
I am your harpist,
I will be your phoenix beacon,
I will be your sword; and strive to be the sharpest,
I thank you, Lord,
From the depths of Mordor you pulled me,
All your love will begin to be poured.....

"I still haven't found what I'm looking for"

8 Mac

I sit here writin’ on my pad,
Melancholic and sad,
Watchin the passin’ females,
Their bitter farewells are painted on their fadin’ sails,
They don’t understand my way,
They just go by,
The eighth house on MacDonald drive,
Not even knowin’,
Not bothering in friendship sowin’,
So why should I care,
Who’s the next pair,
On the in crowd’s square,
I’m just the one in corner,
Seething as I rage in my own personal sauna,
So I’m strikin’ out on my own,
To the wayward winds I will be blown,
Acidic feelings pointed towards my life,
Screamin’ to God why it seems to be filled with such strife,
Why I can’t have what I think I want,
When even when the girl wants me; hellish damnation seems to daunt,
Other girls I want seem to just smile and taunt,
I lay on my bed in the darkest watch of the night,
While all my dreams seem to be out of sight,
When Satan tries to pull me down,
As all the rainbows I paint turn brown,
I just listen to music,
While demons try to twist the lyrics into a trick,
It’s like an endless rock ballad,
A psalm to my heavenly Dad,
Why do I even strive?
To stay in this dump; am I even truly alive?
I’m just waiting for college,
As I fortify myself behind a burning hedge,
Maybe it will be better there,
But I’ll always be different to them; square,
I’m just waitin’ for my Lord to come from the clouds,
So he can peel back these fleshy shrouds,
But I can’t see why he wants me here,
Satan just seems to mock my stagnation with a maniacal jeer,
I’ll wait on you, my lord,
But I’m getting stuck here; bored,
I pray to be an agent of the supernatural,
Burning banners of Baal,
Yelling a Christian war cry,
To combat the enemy’s lie,
As the drums hum into the dawn,
Until the son comes riding up to my lawn,
I’ll be so far from 8 Mac,
He’ll take me on his ethereal bus and there will be no looking back…


Btw....kinda based on Eminem's 8 Mile..btw...my address is 8 Macdonald Ave...if you didn't kno already...