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2003-12-13

Look! A real human being with empathy. Those are rare. Most people nowadays tends to be more along the line of “I don’t give a flying fuck about anyone but me,” or “Ahhh! Stay away, don’t look at me. I’m not here!” like me. More people should be like Rabi, even though it might seem hard.

London Underground is a rather weird place. The tube is not the only thing below ground. Lots of other projects and buildings hide down there as well. Bomb shelters, pneumatic railways, rogue rivers and remains of the Roman city. But if you must have things connected to the tube, there are about 30 ghost stations, ready to shunt your opponent.

[From Kevan the nomic]

I have the house all to myself today, or at least that’s how it seems. All other beings are away. So, I’ve whipped out the guitar from under my bead and tried, sad sad fanboy that I am, to play the Firefly Theme song. I know. Pathetic much? However, judging from the Firefly commentary tracks, Nathan Fillion is possessed by the theme so I guess I’m not worst off. The only problem is that I have to ignore the bluesy bits, because no one has bothered to tab them down and I’m not good at that myself. (Who am I kidding? Even if they were, I probably wouldn’t be able to play them.)

(taken from some Firefly messageboard)
Firefly Theme
written by Joss Whedon
sung by Sonny Rhodes
tabbed/chorded by Joe Dizzy


Intro:
D----------0--3p0---0-
A-----0h3---------3----
E-----------------------


[D]Take my love
[C]Take my land
[G]Take me where I [F]cannot [C]stand


(bluesy western thing)


[F]I don’t care
[C]I’m still free
[G]You can’t take the [D]sky from me


(bluesy western thing)


Take me out
To the black
Tell ‘em I ain’t coming back


(bluesy western thing)


Burn the land
And boil the sea
You can’t take the sky from me


(bluesy western solo)


Have no place
I can be
Since I found Serenity


(bluesy western thing)


But [F]you can’t take the [C]sky from me


(bluesy western end thing)

Perhaps I should mutilate the Jayne-song as well? It’s longer and more folky so it should be easier. Note the should.

I spoke to my family on the phone today. I don’t know what they wanted, but I guess they just wanted to check in that I still remember that I’ll go down there this Wednesday.

They seemed fine, although I suspect my brother will have gone extinct sometime after the phone call. He was in the background, fighting with my father over the right to own and use the remote control like an invading colonist. Not a wise thing to do. It’s on the checklist over things not to do in that house, just between “Throw satsumas on Lind” — because she will strike down with great vengeance and furious anger — and “Touching the Christmas ficus.” I expect there will be grenade holes in the cellar and a guerrilla army hiding under the stairway.

I wonder if I’ll survive this...