So, what'd you do yesterday?

Um, I watched Firefly...

Oh, that's a cool show. What else did you do?

Um, nothing... just watched Firefly.

Yes, yesterday was the Firefly marathon. Over the course of fifteen hours we viewed all 15 episodes of the television series and watched the theatrical movie. Wow. It was actually good stuff - Joss Whedon writes him some good space opera, and it's even better without commercials.

I think I survived only because I claimed as droit de seigneur use of the big blue comfy chair for the whole day. Otis was here, there, and everywhere: she had to leave for a good chunk of the the day for massage duties and spent a lot of time she was back playing hostess (i.e., cleaning up the bazillion glasses and plates we used).

The champion guest was Mighty Mel, who arrived at 9:30 am and stayed until the bitter end at 1:30 am (fleeing so soon only to be able to beat the drunks back to Woodinville). She also brought a killer homemade salsa to share.

Johnbai showed up with his mombai, Cherbai, just as we were getting the DVDs going at 10:00 am or so; Cherbai stayed for the whole shebang but Johnbai cut out for a while to watch the Seahawks game in the bedroom.

Soapy and Dingo came late and didn't stay for the screening of the movie. Each brought really cool foodstuffs: Soapy found all these odd boutique soft drinks and Dingo had snappy little Asian treats.

In-and-out visitors included Jimbo5, who was here for much of the day but had take off for a bit to do animal duty. Calvin sans Hobbes & Merry, the Girl of No Gimmicks* arrived a wee bit late with JagGirl; she stayed for the whole show, but they had to leave for a while to attend a kiddie party. Claymation and Emmy were also in and out for good bits of the day; Emmy off to do mysterious things and Clay to watch football with Johnbai.

We ate incessantly: way too much popcorn and peapods and carrots and crackers and dip and ranch dressing and garlic pretzel nuggets and corn chips and salsa and cookies and crap like that; but we made up for it by having some exellent Pagliacci pizza for dinner (and a salad, too).

A highlight of the evening's viewing was the hot girl-on-girl back massage action, which Otis and Dingo declined to re-enact for the room.

I never did quite get the knack down of operating the three remotes at the same time. But I don't feel bad, because Soapy didn't memorize the Firefly theme song, either.

I think Johnbai was nuts to suggest this. It was great fun, but we're probably done with white-wall spectration marthons for a little while.

Unless, of course, someone has all the Justice League cartoons on DVD...


*and that is an allusion so obscure I doubt that even the geekiest of readers of this blog will get it