Several months ago, I lent a friend of mine my DVDs of “Firefly”, a short lived but fun sci-fi show from Joss Whedon.

Well, I never expected him to keep them this long. That’s all fine and good, but there does come a time when property needs to be returned. In this case, I have a growing hankering to re-watch the episodes. Herein lies the problem: all of my attempts to persuade my friend to return the DVD have failed.

So far, we’ve set up four different times to meet. I’ve invited him over to watch a movie, y’know, whatever. “Yeah, bring back Firefly, I’ve really got an urge to watch it again.” Well, each time, *something* comes up at the last minute and, darnit, he just can’t make it.

Y’know what? I don’t care what comes up. Tell them, “Sorry, really got to return these”, and get them back to me. I really feel like you’re trying to just horde my discs and hope I eventually forget about ‘em, and it is REALLY starting to piss me off, especially since I have to clear out room in my extremely busy schedule to meet up with you, and then you just decide to never show up.

Ass.

Like, honestly, the GOP could’ve sent a monkey in a suit last week in place of George W. Bush, and it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. At least Dick Cheney showed up ready for battle, and while much of the debate (I was listening to it on a car radio on a crappy AM station where I kept losing reception) seemed to be an attack, and then a brace for a counter-strike, and thinking it was very close, I think Edwards won - which was kind of surprising, because after last week, I figured Cheney would’ve been out for the kill to avenge Bush’s humiliation.