Serenity Character Quiz

Surgically lifted from shellefly

You scored as Simon Tam. The Doctor. You have a gift for healing that goes beyond education. You took an oath to do no harm, even when your patients have tried to kill you. You are out of place where you are, being used to refined society. However, if you take that stick out of your arse you should be fine. </td> Simon Tam 69% Zoe Alleyne Washburne 63% The Operative 63% Inara Serra 63% River Tam 56% Capt. Mal Reynolds 38% Kaylee Frye 31% Shepherd Derrial Book 25% Hoban 'Wash' Washburne 13% Jayne Cobb 13% Which Serenity character are you? created with QuizFarm.com

Which is what I've thought for a while -- and not always comfortably.

For some reason, I like Simon a lot more in Serenity than I did in Firefly. Maybe because he has started to loosen up a bit.

Deja Wall

The music mix in the theater before the showing of Serenity on Saturday included a new recording of "In the Flesh?" from The Wall.

I hadn't heard that song in many, many years.

On Saturday afternoon in the theater I was sitting between the Welshman and Hob, two close male friends with whom I share many years and much history. All three of us are friends, tried and true, but they have a very special connection with each other. Neither have many friends, and in many ways they are quite different from each other, but together they have a bond that is so tight it transforms who they are when they are together.

I first heard The Wall when I was in high school, back in the days when MTV was brand new. I remember the disturbing images of the videos, but what I remember even more keenly was listening to the music in the company of my small circle of friends called The Golden Horde. I would never have listened to The Wall without their influence. I was a Carpenters and Barry Manilow kind of girl. Styx, and "Come Sail Away" was as hard as my music ever got.

But I remember some late night, coming home after a debate tournament, sitting in the back of the school van between T and J -- two close male friends, with whom I was in the early stages of a long and intense history. They were my first and second boyfriends -- and yet they were also best friends (and remained best friends, long after my romances with them were over), even though very different in many some ways, and they had a special bond that transformed them both when they were together. Someone -- probaby T -- had brought along a portable tape player and we were listening to Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall.

It came back to me so powerfully on Saturday, with that song, and the presence of my male friends on either side of me. It was almost eerie. Not quite history repeating itself -- for I have never been romantically involved with either the Welshman or Hob (except as gaming characters) -- but close enough for some powerful resonance.

Twenty years ago, it was. . .

And While I'm Waxing Nostalgic. . .

And because I haven't said it for years, and someone needs to, even if we almost certainly don't need to duck anymore:

Happy October, athenian_abroad!

Tigers and Bears and Wolves, oh my!

Last night's dreams ended with me walking out of a house into the front yard at night. There was a large tree there, with rocks around it -- and a white tiger climbing on the rocks. Then the person who was with me pointed out two orange tiger cubs near the fence, and a white cub nearby. We decided to withdraw as inconspicuously as possible, but our way back was blocked by a pair of small black bears and their cubs who were ambling into the yard. Soon a lioness -- cubless -- strolled in and took a commanding position in the center of the yard.

Then the wolves showed up, a pair of them, also cubless. They came right up to me and the lighter-colored one in the lead began to 'make up' to me, being affectionate. I cautiously reached out to pet him(?) and he began to lick my hand lavishly. Very wet and squishy. Then he took my hand in his mouth, which was even more wet and squishy. Then the other one took his turn. He was a bit less affectionate, and when he took my hand in his mouth he bit down just enough so that I could feel his teeth pressing against my skin, making sure I knew he could bite it off if he chose. I wasn't sure he was going to let me have my hand back, but he did.

( Well, you see, Doc. . .  )