Randomness
Sep. 9th, 2005 12:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenHad belly dance tonight, which was the first class in 3 weeks (teacher was away on vacation). We eased back into it by working on our choreographed piece. I also got to learn a new move that we dubbed "right hip, left hip, whole ass smiley face" though frankly when you find out it's actually called "the sprinkler" you can see the real name is no more or less kinky than our fake one.
I've been mainlining Firefly pretty hardcore in my random moments of free time. Possibly because I only now realize how many of my kinks the show hits.
I was watching some of the DVD extras tonight and Joss was talking about how Firefly's metaphors were real life metaphors, just like Buffy and Angel. Yes, you've got ships and patois, but the core concepts are still trying to get yourself out of trouble, trying to get a job, and so on.
I mention all that because I have to admit that when you rewatch Serenity - the original pilot, not the movie that's coming out at the end of this month - you can't help but get a really uncomfortable frisson at the concept of - well here, Zoe puts it best in the original shooting script:
Nearly half a million people lay dead on that field at day's end, about a third of them 'winners'. Can you imagine the smell? Can you imagine piling up the bodies of soldiers -- of friends -- to build a wall 'cause you got no cover? Blood just kept pouring out of them, you'd slip in it half the time, find out bloodbath is not just a figure of speech[...]
I said the fighting was over. But you see they left us there. Wounded, and sick, and near to mad as can still walk and talk. Both sides left us there while they 'negotiated the peace'. For a week. And we just kept dying. When they finally sent in Medships, he had about a hundred and fifty left, and of our original platoon, just me.
New Orleans was never supposed to be Serenity Valley.
I've been mainlining Firefly pretty hardcore in my random moments of free time. Possibly because I only now realize how many of my kinks the show hits.
I was watching some of the DVD extras tonight and Joss was talking about how Firefly's metaphors were real life metaphors, just like Buffy and Angel. Yes, you've got ships and patois, but the core concepts are still trying to get yourself out of trouble, trying to get a job, and so on.
I mention all that because I have to admit that when you rewatch Serenity - the original pilot, not the movie that's coming out at the end of this month - you can't help but get a really uncomfortable frisson at the concept of - well here, Zoe puts it best in the original shooting script:
Nearly half a million people lay dead on that field at day's end, about a third of them 'winners'. Can you imagine the smell? Can you imagine piling up the bodies of soldiers -- of friends -- to build a wall 'cause you got no cover? Blood just kept pouring out of them, you'd slip in it half the time, find out bloodbath is not just a figure of speech[...]
I said the fighting was over. But you see they left us there. Wounded, and sick, and near to mad as can still walk and talk. Both sides left us there while they 'negotiated the peace'. For a week. And we just kept dying. When they finally sent in Medships, he had about a hundred and fifty left, and of our original platoon, just me.
New Orleans was never supposed to be Serenity Valley.
