Here are two of my favorite paintings for you to enjoy

Organs, Lungs, and other Instruments

I think I'm about to enter the gothic era of my life.  Why am I suddenly obsessed with song lyrics?  And harps and blues organs and tuney pianos?

Even I'm judging me, so I wouldn't expect anything less of YOU

You know those sad 35-year-old chicks who show up to ComiCon dressed as a fat Slave Leia (chains, and nudity, and weird little British accent, and everything)?  This is how it starts.

Say you get bored and decide to watch Serenity, because it's on HBO and it's free and what the hell nobody's gonna tell YOU what to watch so it might as well be science fiction.  And then you fucking love it.  So you say you know, I think I heard somewhere that this was based on a tv show... maybe I should look THAT thing up.  Oh, it's on Netflix watch instantly, FANTASTIC.  You probably chew through that entire series in what?  A week?  10 days?  But, wait.  It's only 1 season... there's nothing left.  WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?

So you probably start to hint to close friends that you've developed a tiny appetite (lies, it's huge) for science fiction, but only the good stuff.  Like anyone will believe that you're not a total freak just because you have standards.  And let's say, at a party, someone mentions that you should probably watch Battlestar Galactica just cuz.  And 5 days later you find yourself googling shit like this and finishing all of season 1... all FIFTEEN HOURS of season 1.

Ya, that's probably how it starts.

Remember the last time you had that kind of look of awe on your face that didn't come from someone setting an enormous margarita in front of you? Me either.

Yessir, Capt'n Tightpants

Mal: Okay, help me look for our guy Harrow..  He's supposed to be older, kinda stocky, wears a red sash..

Kaylee: Is that him?

Mal: ... that's the buffet table.

Kaylee: Well how can we be sure... unless we question it.

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