“Well; here I am.” Thus ends my first Firefly rewatch in, I think, several years, at least. I see all of its flaws all the more clearly for all the time away, but—turns out, I am still a Browncoat.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
“Well; here I am.” Thus ends my first Firefly rewatch in, I think, several years, at least. I see all of its flaws all the more clearly for all the time away, but—turns out, I am still a Browncoat.