Five Reasons Why We Still Love Joss Whedon’s Firefly

William Louison:

It’s been a week now since I’ve had this new blog with my good friend, Shaun. If you haven’t had the chance to check it out yet, you should.

Originally posted on The Kanindian Joint:

William:Joss Whedon’s Firefly, now twelve years old, (can you believe it, Shaun? Twelve years!) is the uncanny amalgam of Louis Lamour’s Wild West with the Space Opera of Star Trek in a nitty-gritty setting that oddly resembles the post-apocalyptic video game franchise, Fallout. Set in 2517, the show follows the unlikely crew of the starship Serenity, perhaps the most brilliant ensemble in sci-fi history. (Okay. Not the most. We all know who gets that honour. Or, at least we should. Right, Shaun?) Firefly ran from 2002-2003, but was cancelled due to low viewership. That hasn’t, however, prevented the show from gaining, sustaining and growing a loyal fan base over the years. (And we’re still hoping for a sequel, no matter how unlikely.)
Shaun: I had no idea why I even bothered watching the show. Until I did. Boom!

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The Last Words Of A Serial Killer

William Louison:

Another creepy story by my Indian stalker. Did I NOT say a few posts down that he might be a serial killer? I have the proof. Right here.

Originally posted on The Limes of Bindia:

- Shaun D’souza
(I study forensics, play beats with my fingers
and sometimes take a nap.)

Say hi to me @hunchbakdsouza

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Dead Of Night (A Poem)

This is a fitting poem to post as it is currently the dead of night. I wrote it on a night much like tonight, at a time very close to the time right now.

There’s nothing better than sitting up WAY too late and being bogged down by a slow mind, heavy thoughts and far too much over thinking. I assume many of you can relate in some way to this? I hope you can, at least. That would be pretty sucky if none of you could.

But I’m just sayin’.

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Dead Of Night

A Poem by William Louison

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These are deep thoughts

That fill my mind

All I’ve got

In the dead of night

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What a tangled mess

Of love and pain

Filling my head

Forever again

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Haunting conversations

With myself

Me and I and

Nobody else

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Learning more than

I thought I knew

Waiting waiting waiting

Waiting for you

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Thank you so very much for reading!

If you are indeed reading this during the dead of night as well, I hope that you enjoyed it even more.

Till Next,

-Will

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Five Characters In Broadchurch Who Could’ve Killed Danny

Originally posted on The Kanindian Joint:

What is it? British, Crime TV Series. Received an IMDB Rating of 8.4
Who should watch it? Fans of crime and mystery, who enjoyed shows like Luther and The Fall.
What to look out for? Exemplary drama, acting and storytelling.


Will: Broadchurch is a powerhouse of the crime genre in that it does EVERYTHING a good crime show should. The show begins, typically, with a murder. In this case, it is the murder of a young boy, Danny Latimer – whose body was found on the beach. And so the search begins. What follows is the best eight hours of TV you’ll watch all year. Dozens of distinct characters are introduced, all of them well established on their own, but together make up the typical archetypes of a small town. And, man, are there suspects. The fascinating thing about Broadchurch is that almost any character could be a suspect…

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How Not To Get Those Pearly Whites

When I was a kid I hated brushing my teeth.

Like the rest of us, I’d been educated by my parents (and even in school) the benefits of brushing your teeth, how to brush your teeth and so on and so forth. I even knew that brushing could keep your smile looking like this:

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It didn’t matter, though, how nice my smile could turn out to be. It didn’t matter how fresh my breath would smell. It didn’t even matter how healthy my mouth would be. You just couldn’t rationalize it with me. Those three minutes of brushing, God forbid twice a day, were just too much for me to handle.

I hated it.

Now, let me preface this next bit by saying kids do funny and strange things. Let’s leave judgements at the top of the post.

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Was it this damned toothbrush? Which was almost always blue – unless it was Superman, in which case it would still be blue.

Nah. It couldn’t be. I didn’t hate the brush. It didn’t choose to have the job that it did. And I was certainly too young to consider who invented the toothbrush and why I might hate them.

No. Perhaps it was this thing:

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Yes, the dreaded egg timer that mom made us use to ensure that we were brushing for three minutes. My brother cheated by flipping the timer before he even grabbed his toothbrush. My other brother cheated by flipping the timer for about thirty seconds and then flipping it back for another thirty seconds. But me? My plan to avoid the tooth brush was ingenious.

(This is where my sanity and ability to reason properly comes into question.)

I hated brushing my teeth so much that I would, honest-to-God, flip the timer and just stand in the bathroom until it ran out of sand.

There. Three minutes. I must’ve brushed because what else would I do for three minutes?

Mom got smart. Noticed the toothbrush wasn’t wet.

That’s alright. I got smarter.

Yeah, I wet that sucker and flipped the timer. And stood there for three minutes. Three minutes passed and I must’ve brushed. What else would I do in there for three minutes. Not to mention the wet toothbrush.

Not once did it ever occur to me that if I had to sit in the bathroom for three minutes to cover up the fact that I wasn’t brushing, I could’ve just brushed and got it over with.

I remember once or twice, though, when I decided to have some fun while sitting there for three minutes not brushing.

By fun, I mean rubbing toothpaste all over my face and using my brush as a razor. Yeah…..

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Remember when I said kids do strange things and there are no judgements here? I mean it.

What possessed me to do this, I’ll never know. Well, actually, that’s a lie. I did it because I hated brushing. And when kids, and immature adults, hate doing something as much as I hated brushing my teeth, they will do anything and everything they can to avoid doing it.

Now, I really don’t know how long it lasted. It wasn’t long. Mom and Dad were too smart.

Damn parents.

And like all parents, they took a perverse pleasure in making their children do what they hated.

That has to be the reason I was yelled at until I brushed, doesn’t it? I mean, what parent is actually concerned about the health of their children.

Okay, before I piss off any parents out there, I should go.

I’m not sure if this is as funny for you as it is for me, but I laughed. If you didn’t, go read some other blog.

:P

Till Next,

-Will

P.S. For any of you grossed out by the idea of me not brushing my teeth (I don’t see why you would be – you can’t smell my breath or see my teeth where you are) or those worried about my personal hygiene, you should know that they are in fine condition as of now. I mean, people are always giving me mints and gum, but that’s just because they’re nice, right?

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