Questions Post #8, Poll #2: Emo

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And save me from my real life.

Jossverse
Didn't Tim Minear (or David Greenwalt?) explicitly say in an interview that Fred was included in Connor's birth scene to fill out the role of the Virgin Mary? If so, can someone link the interview? Who?
How else is Connor's birth scene like the birth of Christ?
Why is Connor so fucked up?
What are the shower facilities like on Serenity?

Technicalities
Why does semagic close itself automagically so often?
Where on semagic does it tell people's birthdays?
Do you have to have PhotoShop to make cool graphics?
Isn't PhotoShop expensive? Did you all dl it? Isn't that illegal? Does that bother you?

Life
When I interrogated the mirror this morning I found that my hair had built a large but well fortified battlement atop my head, intent on defeating that mighty insurgent, the comb. But HAHAHAHA! The comb played the villainous hair for a fool, foiling its nefarious scheme of mischief and mayhem by not aproaching, instead retreating to the eternal peace of its crowded kingdom, the drawer. Wherefore the miscreant hair reared it's ugly split ends, as in a banner of victory, mocking the cowardly comb with wild abandon and occasional snarling.

Meanwhile, my oft treacherous jeans took the opportunity to sway the allegiance of my much beloved shirt, a shirt which I have lovingly attended with the tender ministrations of a friend and ally, the kind of ally who knows you must be kind to anything you put against your boobs. But alas, that sneaking and insideous zipper, so intent on degenercy and disgrace that it descends, drops, falls, without the least provocation, and despite my better efforts to raise it back up into the light, to Eden and to heaven and the proximity of my naval with a safety pin, that zipper connived with its foul intent to disrobe me by stealing away yet another buttor from my beloved shirt. It became, if you will, a turn-shirt, exposing my vulnerable flesh to the wanton eye.

And then, what should happen but the coffee maker, spying the way my hair had taken to with my scalp, and the way my abdomen was bared of all defenses, judged me but a weak accomplice at best, and issued the poorest, most watery of coffee... an underhanded move--not out and out villainy (decaf) but still, a blow, a crippling blow indeed.

[Poll #704339]

OMG NO I REALLY, REALLY NEED TO KNOW RIGHT NOW:

Anything going on with you? Fic bits you want to share? Stories? Jokes? Adventures in clothing, coffee, and hair? Thoughts about wearing hardware store shirts with other people's names on them? Odes to the dodo bird? Your favorite quote? Words you keep meaning to start using, but don't? Phrases? What you did last summer? How many licks it takes? The meaning of life?

I demand from each of you either one thing very clever, be it prose or verse, original or repeated -- or two things moderately clever -- or three things very dull indeed. And I engage to laugh heartily at them all.

*clings madly to lj*