Firefly, fic, OMG my head still hurts!

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!  Serenity! 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
by Lizbee

Summary: Everybody sing the chorus of "Big Yellow Taxi"!
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Cameron
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.