They Can't Take The Sky From Me
Firefly was a great show, canceled before its time. If, and I emphasize
if, there is a patriotic bone in my body, it is summed up by the sentiment of the title song.
Burn the land.
Boil the sea.
You can't take the sky from me.
What appeals? Hope without denial. Not just redefining bad as good so you can be smug or glib about human suffering as though it's part of some plan you've decided you're privy to, a cosmic joke whose punchline somehow justifies the rather clumsy setup.
The world can be frelled sometimes. Some dickweed can come along and burn the land and boil the sea and that's bad, but then there's still the sky. Even then, who knows? Maybe they can even suck the sky away. Or worse, replace the sky with "Everybody Loves Raymond" and "Who Wants To Marry A Drunken Frat-Boy Date-Rapist?"
And what is it on those shows with the hot-tub/red-rose/champagne toast scene? It's like it comes out of some horrible prom night second-base playbook. The water is obviously always cold because rising steam frells the optics. The champagne is clearly flat and probably cheap and the rose was probably bought by some PA being paid $75/wk for the privilege of working on a "real TV show." Is this the breeding game? Is this where the next generation of double helices are coming from? Sure. No different than anything that's gone before. Courtship has always been arranged by the the institutions of power. In the past it was church and family. Now it's FOX. BFD.
Just remember,
crackers don't matter and
nobody has margaritas and pizza and you'll be fine.
And Liz helps me, too. That's the idea, I guess. And while she will always be
Willow, Season 5, she does have a bit of
Peacekeeper training as well.
Posted by Jason at July 5, 2003 03:57 AM