When you see this on your flist, quote Firefly. Unless you don't want to.
[I can see myself growing weary of these memes pretty fast, but - Firefly
! Midnight screening in less than twelve hours! OMG!]
Mal: Now think real hard. You been bird-dogging this township a while now. They wouldn't mind a corpse of you. Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty flowered bonnet, I will end you.
(Our Mrs Reynolds
(I mean, there were a million choices, and I thought long and hard over the "Well, look at this! Looks like we got here just in time. What does that make us?" / "Big damn heroes, sir." exchange, but I figure that's probably turning up all over the place. And I really love that line above, because it encapsulates the speech patterns and absurdity of the show so well.)
Also, because synaesthete7
asked, and several ideas converged at once: a House/Cameron ficlet. No, really.
'Til It's Gone
Summary: Everybody sing the chorus of "Big Yellow Taxi"!
Rated: G( Le cut! )
Headache still present, not yet at blinding intensity. Fortunately, I was going to the doctor's today anyway. Also heading into the city to pick up A Slight Trick of the Mind
(which, incidentally, the nice boys at Pulp Fiction hadn't even heard of, so if you're sitting around wondering why x book hasn't appeared on their shelves, poke 'em about it -- the only authors they routinely order in hardback are Lois McMaster Bujold, Connie Willis, J. K. Rowling [who?] and maybe
a couple of crime authors, depending on pre-orders). Other plans include cleaning, reading, editing and turning in early for a pre-midnight screening nap.