Airplane etiquette
Current mood: calm

So, having done a lot of flying in my time, and a whole lot in recent months, I've noticed a lot of things one can do to make travel more comfortable and pleasant experience. Again, we can apply the simple principle of CCR. Consideration, Courtesy, and Respect. I've tried to boil it down to some simple practices that are certain to make your trip better.

The first thing I want to bring to your attention, is look around the airport when you are traveling. How many people do you see are actually joyous with the prospect of a flight? Unless folks are flying to someplace tropical, I've noticed that the prevailing attitude is one of torture. I'm not saying there isn't a whole lot wrong with the system, getting screwed by airlines, etc, but is it really so bad? Put yourself in another mind set. Enjoy your journey.

Start with a well planned trip. If you don't want to battle traffic, or wake up early, try for a later flight. Be packed the day before. Make a list of everything you'll need, and check it. My preference is to pack light so I don't have to check luggage.


Get up early. Be awake and relaxed with lots of time.

Be clean. You are going to be around a lot of people. Be sure that your B.O. or breath does not offend. THIS IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. (This is actually a daily responsibility, just more important in small, closed spaces like a plane.) Bring gum.

Dress well. This does not mean you have to wear a suit, but how you present yourself directly affects how others will deal with you, and you will be dealing with people all day. Put yourself together, but comfortably. If it's a long, long flight, dress in something you can sleep in, but something NICE you can sleep in.

Be organized. Have what you need where you need it. Be ready! You are smart enough to handle it. Tickets and passports in the boarding pass line. Boarding pass in pocket at security. Gels and liquids in a bag and a separate place easy to reach. Shoes and metal bits easily removed. Show the kind of hustle you want to see from the people in line in front of you when you are late for a flight.

Boarding the plane, have a bag that will actually fit in the spaces provided so you can put it away, sit down, and let other people continue to board and have room for their items, too. When you make that last minute call, avoid loud talking. (This is also an everyday responsibility. How much do you want to hear half of someone else's conversation shouted beside you? CCR.)

Your space. Especially for us big guys, flights can be tough because of how little space is provided for our enormous frames. For shoulder space, favor the side that has no one on it. Don't lean the seat back if the person next to you has if you can help it. As for legs? Avoid spreading them like you got some big business down there. Cross your legs below the knee. You'll be surprised.

Avoid grossness. If you have a sniffle or cough, bring tissue. Don't ask those around you to put up with constant snorting. That's really crass. Really.

Getting up. We all have to do it, but be smart. How much do you like it when someone starts wrestling with the back of your seat? It's not your "get up handle", it's a chair that someone else is sitting in. Leave them alone! Use the back of your OWN chair to get in and out of your row. You can also use the backs of the chairs of the folks in your row, as you are already disturbing them by getting up. EXCUSE YOURSELF! Say, "Pardon me." or, "I apologize." Don't be embarrassed into being rude to people. We are all in this together. This also applies when using the seat back pocket. Someone's back is right up against it. There's no steel plate protecting them from you jamming oblong objects and water bottles in there. Be cool. CCR.

Kids on a plane. Babies cry. That's it. That's all. Don't be sour, give the parents a dirty look, or let out an exasperated sigh. You were a baby once. You cried, too. Afford mothers traveling alone every courtesy. EVERY courtesy. Parents of children on planes: Do not bring forty different toys for you child, do not bring a toy that beeps and toots constantly. Come on, now. Really. Keep your kids behaved, using inside voices, and stop them from kicking the seat in front of them. CCR. For families traveling together, always give up your seat if it keeps them together. This includes couples, old or young.

Thank your captain and crew. If it was a smooth ride, say so.

When waiting your luggage, unless you want to give a hand, get out of the way when someone is grabbing theirs.

Enjoy your stay!

I hope these simple steps and ideas help you and those around you to better enjoy your trip, most importantly, your journey. Be kind to each other out there!

Currently playing : Halo 3 Release date: 25 September, 2007

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Misquoted at the TCA's re: Joss project
Current mood: embarrassed

Did I write out two wee scenarios for a western and send them to Joss? Yeah. It was cool.
Is said western (already a property and not mine) in development? Yes. But not by Joss or myself.
Would I like to be involved? Yes, if they don't sue me for being quoted as developing it myself.
IGN? You're killin' me.

Return to your day, and thank you.

Nathan

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iPhones, Phil Carey, the Softwire, and free kefir.

I have one. Can I say that it has made my day better? Can I say that it has amazed me with its wonders? Can I honestly say that it has improved the quality of my life? Yes. Whilst others click, poke and plod along with their "smart" phones, I rub, slide, flick, and pinch like I'm on a third date at a county fair. What's great is that I don't even have to bring it up that I have one. If it doesn't come up in conversation, which it often does, it will pleasantly chirp like a cricket when a call comes in, or chime when I have to give Dirty Cat her pill- (Location: Her mouth). Or someone will mention something on Youtube I should see. Or talk about where they watched the 4th of July fireworks up in the Hollywood Hills, "Gosh, I need a map to show you." Or ordering someone's Directv HD package from a parking lot. I use it so much. Thanks, iPhone. It makes me wish I bought Apple stock. Oh, wait. I did. It came in so handy in New York, and I'm pretty sure that I will be the very first person to use an iPhone on a television drama. Which brings me to the next topic.

Phil Carey is one of the big guys. Not just because he is a giant of a man, but rather because he was one of the guys that Hollywood used to groom for stardom. He worked with Henry Fonda, James Cagney, and John Wayne, to name just a few. He was imposing when I met him, I'm not gonna lie. I had just been cast as Joey "Joe" Buchanan on One Life to Live. Still getting the hang of the idea that the bagels and donuts were free, when Phil Carey sidled up to get his morning cup of joe. I had to say something, and I chose, "How are you?" He looked down at the 22 year old kid he didn't know from Adam and responded,
"How are you?"
I was honest. "I'm great. I can't believe I'm living in New York and I'm acting. I love this town and I'm having a great time. I love this job."
He looked back to his pouring coffee, "That's what the LAST Joey said." I had to laugh, and he broke his first of many smiles at me. "You're alright, kid."
So when I got a call to go back to the ol' alma mater to honor Phil, I jumped at the chance. Am I ever glad I did. There they were. So many faces from ten years ago, smiling at me again. There were endless hugs and reminiscing. Newer cast members welcomed me in, making it easy to be at home there. I was making new friends, catching up and flashing back. John Loprino said it best when he said he had forgotten the power of rejuvenating old friendships. I felt it, too. Especially when Tuesday night found John, Bob Woods, and myself in the basement dressing rooms at One Life drinking 25 year old Scotch till two in the morning. Family is important to me, and these people all became my family. I wouldn't be where I am now had it not been for the incredible support I got from the cast and crew of that soapy gem. Needles, Ray Jay, Robin, James, Cassie, and Erika- I owe you all so much. Thank you. Bob Woods, I would never had the courage to leave if you hadn't sat me down and told me to. I owe you.

Now what? What's next for ol' Nate, do you ask? Listen, just so's you know- I don't let you in on every little project that comes my way. Sometimes it's best left as a surprise. Remember who great the super secret thingy worked out? Well, there's some things in the works that will come to light soon enough. However, PJ Haarsma and I have been putting together a little sumpin' sumpin' that I'm really proud of. Folks have been so encouraging with trying to get me to read the rest of the chapters for the audio book, The Softwire Chronicles, that PJ thought we should put that energy into something that will make a difference. He's putting together a package with a few little somethings from both him and me, the procedes of which will go towards buying books for under funded libraries. Way to go, Peej. I'm sure he'll have something on his website about it. But check this out, people. I have PJ's word that if the Softwire sells a million copies, he'll get a haircut. No biggie, you might say, but I beg to differ. PJ has had the same Sampson hairdo for over a decade. When he reaches a million copies sold, not ONLY will he get his haircut, but I GET TO CUT IT. Do I have any experience? No. But I am a reasonably intelligent man, and ask any girl I've dated- I'm good with my hands.

Then, after PJ and I recorded an interview (much more fun asking the questions, this time PJ was the star) we took a walk in my old 'hood. Folks in LA may know well the stretch of Franklin between Beachwood Terrace and North Bronson (named after Charles North Bronson) for it's nice restaurants and a wee theater. But seeing a new shake shop, I just had to stop in. Not till the cute lady behind the counter asked me what she could get me did I realize that the name of this place was REAL RAW LIVE. Beyond the shake bar were pleasantly arranged shelves of supplements, vitamins and healthy bits. Oops. Shakes are one thing, but health shakes? Quickly, my brain calculated scenarios wherein I could escape this establishment with the lowest body count. PJ was with me, and having played Halo with him, I knew there was no place for him to lie in wait till someone walked by (his favorite, nay, only tactic) and there was no way I could drag his ass out of there should he get wounded. I opted instead to buy a shake, fake pleasure in drinking it, and leave quietly. Everything was going well until I heard someone call my name. Greg Jou Jon Roche had emerged from the back of the establishment. This was both very good, and very bad. Very good because Greg is a dear old friend with whom I'd lost contact. He even gave me a surfing lesson way back. He's an "up" person. No. Rather, an "uplifting" person. Greg is a trainer to the stars, and without mentioning names, (has anyone seen TROY?) he is sought not only for his knowledge and expertise, but also for his motivation. I like to use the word guru. It was very bad because acting like something tastes good to a stranger is easy. Greg knows me. He'd know if I faked it. We chatted, caught up, I was sweating a bit, and the shake seemed to be ready in record time. I took a sip, and stopped. I looked at it, and took another sip. I looked at PJ. He was sipping, and giving me the same amazed look I was giving him. I looked back to the ingredients listed on the menu to double check for "Contains Crack". It was so good, I swore off Jamba Juice that very moment. Even PJ's 1 and a ½ year old daughter couldn't get enough. Greg then agreed to train me for the upcoming Desperate Housewives job I'm so excited about. After kicking my heart rate all over the gym today, I asked if he'd mind if I mentioned his new place on my Myspace page, he said, "You tell folks to say, "Nathan Fillion sent me", and I'll give them a free shot of Coconut Kefir." I only ask that when you say Nathan sent you, add in there how I saved your life, found your dog, or set your broken arm. You know the drill. Those that don't, read the earlier blogs. Remember: short and sweet keeps it funny. Might I recommend the Protein Power? If you don't like it, I'll eat my blog.

Stay tuned next blog, when I cover AIRPLANE ETIQUITTE.

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Tasty Riffs, Continued Requests, and Birds of Precious Metal.
Current mood: mischievous

There is a whisper in the air that says, "Come out, come out. Your house is dark and dull. Be out here with me, the Summer Air." The trees wave in agreement, nodding towards the hills. I know that as I walk away from the homes, deep into the park, the din of the city would be replaced by the hushing of the leaves. "Shhhhhh. Fox doesn't understand. Shhhh, look at the Waitress reviews- and Craig Ferguson went great. Shhhhhhhhhhh." Thanks, leaves. Or, that's what I'd say if I wasn't in my dark, dull house. Dull? Wait. Let me paint a picture of a man standing on stage in front of a crowded hall, lit by a Beer Only bar at the back and the spotlights for the stage up front. The crowd is drunk and happy, the floor is old and beer soaked. The tunes have been rockin' all night and the band cannot do wrong. The end of a crazy set turns the crowd hungry for an encore. The lead singer turns to me and says, "You up for Free Bird?" Oh yeah, I am. What could make Mother Nature take a back seat, you ask? It's blasting off tasty riffs, one after the other until the crowd is frenzied, then give 'em the juice. Star power. Freak them out of their tiny rock and roll worshipping minds by flipping through the air whilst nailing the most intense solo you've ever wailed out on a Gibson electric- just to finish the song by throwing the guitar to the stage. Forget Air Guitar- I have found Guitar Hero 2, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. Don't even get me started on the Halo 3 Beta. The beauty. The explosions. The poetry and symphony of war. Nicely done, Bungie. And thanks.

Thus far, my MySpace experience has been pretty interesting. It's fun dropping in now and again to see what's what, get caught up on all the clippings and articles going around, and most of you are totally into the vibe on this page and continue to be cool. I even had a fella come up to me at a Waitress function and use the correct greeting format mentioned in one of my previous blogs. (It loses something when there is no one else around though, bud.) There have been some weirdos, but the Negative Nancy's have been abolished, and folks leaving creepy comments get deported. There is still, however, an amazing amount of requests flooding my comments and inbox (sigh). Why all the TAKE TAKE GIMME GIMME attitudes? Can't you see the relaxed vibe? Can't you hang and not benefit? Why not try to contribute rather than profit? I'll state my case one last time (I really do hope) in an effort to keep this page fun for me, as well.

"IM me" messages: Dude. I'm real busy. This page is fun, but not my job. People bust their hump to attend functions to ask a me question, and you send me a form letter demanding my time. It's not your fault that the standard IM invite is clearly not an invite, but an order- but it IS your fault for coming here and asking for more than I'm offerin'. Chill with those. I'm not IMming anybody, regardless of medical condition (which, OH, GOD! STILL comes up). This page is for all, not just you. Be cool.

Read my blog: I'll confess. I tried to read some. But, help me out. You've been to my page, you've read my writing style, maybe have some sense as to my humor- if you ask me to read your blog, it had better be damned entertaining. So far, no dice. Run it by some people before you ask me- quality control and all?

Autograph requests: You kidding me? After all we've been through, you're going to cheapen it with "Sign this"? Sheesh. And if you really are getting it for a really good friend who really deserves something really special, then why don't YOU do something thoughtful and special? Cuz, guess what? You don't care about that person. You feel guilty because they do so much for you and you do diddly squat for them. Case in point: Your big thoughtful special idea is to put three lines in an email and you can't be bothered to send a self-addressed stamped envelope (customary for autographed photo requests, some folks include the photo as well). So, you won't spend $2.50 and a walk to the post office for this friend. How does it then become MY job? I'm an actor. Re-assess this relationship with your friend. To the guy who reads my request for no requests and requests anyway: Bad form, man. We're all in this together, can't it be about all of us? (This also includes: Go check my friend's page. YOU go check it.)

Is there going to be more Firefly?: Look. Of all the places you are going to hear about more Firefly, this ain't it. Go find a Firefly site. If it WERE happening- you think I'd have time for MySpace? And, I know you want to be funny, ask anyways, and then put "JOKING!" behind it, but- even if you really thought you were the first person to do it, do you really think that's funny enough? If so, please- leave the funny to me. I am a professional and we don't want anybody getting hurt. And, as a general rule, bugging someone isn't funny for anyone but you, so stop doing it at parties. Unless people have already stopped inviting you.

Thanks for the add.: Cheers. I think we can assume all the thank you's by now, yes? You are most welcome here.

Post another blog/photo: Don't tell me what to do. I don't tell you what to do. Now, go make me a sandwich. (I actually know that you are really saying is you like the pics and blogs I put up, and you want to see more. I thank you. You are so sweet! On wheat, please.)

God told me to…/I'll kill myself if…: This shit is whack, and gets reported.

I like your work/clothes/choices EXCEPT FOR…: Ok. Stop. Stop at "I like your work." That will do. I don't need your honesty, that's for my friends. With strangers, I'm more looking for class and manners. See, I liked your post, except for the part where you sent it to me. Think positive, remember?

Naked/ass/sex references: I know you are trying to be complimentary, but if you knew me, you'd know I'm not comfortable with strangers talking to me like that unless they have had experience in fashion modeling, yoga instruction, or stripping. Nor does it make me feel that you are behind my work. Think of me as someone you have never met, a human being, deserving of your respect. "Show us your ass." does not fall under this criteria. Be cool.

I know you are probably never going to read this: You are right. You clinched it with the "Woe is me- baby got a poopy diaper" attitude. Does passive aggression run in your family? Stop the cycle!

Is this really you?: Good question, but am I the guy to ask? Wouldn't I lie if I were... um, lying? Why not pose this one to the masses? Ask someone on the comments page if they can attest to my identity. I've had plenty of run-ins with plenty of them. Also, I'm starting to think you don't read these blogs I spend hours typing with two fingers. If I'm an imposter, I'm brilliant and deserve some props. I did put up some personal pics, but people rip them from the site, and that creeps me out a bit. You understand.

But I'm having a blast. To show my appreciation, I'd like to put a shout out to one of you, and I don't mean to embarrass you when I do. Your messages are always positive, yet less than frequent. Always themed, and never breaking character. I've been a fan of your work, but haven't written till now. Why now? I was walking to my car after dinner when a crane from a nearby construction site went completely out of control. I was a safe enough distance from the falling crane, but the load it carried swung 'round and snapped from it's cables, sending it towards me. Two palettes of steel girders flew like the handful of chopsticks of a fallen waiter. Normally a man of action, I instead froze. I contemplated the memorial service for my passing, what people would say, and what would become of my hair once I died. At the last moment, I was pushed. I landed in the grass upon the side of the street, the wind was knocked from me. By the time I regained enough of my senses to turn to see who it was that saved me, I was only able to catch a glimpse as she rose to the roof tops on a slender line- I couldn't believe it! It was the Silver Sparrow. The clicking of a camera told me that a newspaper photographer was beside me. Both of us still eyeing the spot above where she disappeared, I spoke. "I never got a chance to thank her."
"She knows. The Silver Sparrow always knows." he replied in a way that told me they had a history, but I didn't want to pry.



Stay tuned for the next blog, where Nathan Fillion covers AIRPLANE ETIQUITTE.

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Drive, Drive, and Drive.

What is good in life? I think Conan said it best when he said, "To work a hard day, come home to relax with friends and family, and see some cool TV- ya know? Something with cars, mystery, action, and some great characters where one guy SEEMS a-ok and then turns out to be a bank robber/getaway driver or sumpin'."
I'm real pleased with the show and can't say what it means to read you guys'es comments about how you completely dig the same parts I do. That Melanie Lynski kills me! Anyway, I had a bunch of the cast over Sunday for the big show and we were all really psyched. Especially me, because I get to drive the coolest car, obviously.
I know what you are saying. "What do I do now, Nathan?" Well, I'm glad you asked. I heard there was a blackout in the northeastern states. If this is true, it's probably prudent, nay, necessary- that we somehow rub their faces in it and let them know what they missed. We have the power of the interweb. It is up to us to abuse it. Think of it: Drive infiltrates computers everywhere. And everyone has a computer except most grandmas, which doesn't matter because our data shows that we have 83% of grandmas without computers.
Thanks for the support. Spread the Drive word and the Drive love. And buckle up (I'm contractually obligated to say that).

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The Office, Two Kinds of People, and Sparta

There are two kinds of People in the world, folks. Those who pee in the shower, and those who don't. People who signal when they change lanes, and people who would rather surprise you with their half ton of metal hurtling down the roadway because they are too busy not having a headset for all their yapping even though they can obviously afford one because they've got the newest (insert brand name luxury car/SUV here) which I guess gives us all hope in a way because it says to the world "Don't worry, bud! You don't have to be smart to be rich! Just look at me, I'm a stupid asshole!" That having been said- Which kind of person are you?
I have to imagine that Spartans pee in the shower. 300 of those bastards held off millions of Persians in those incredible chroma-hues, it couldn't have been easy. The movie rocked my world a little bit. All the gruesomeness of a Braveheart, the poetry of battle that betters the Matrix, and painted to feel historic as beautifully as Saving Private Ryan was, yet woven together in a beautiful world created entirely for the purpose. I believe the Greeks used the term, "Bitchin'." Way to go, Gerry.
Unrelated, I had lunch at the Office a few weeks ago. The Annex, the kitchen, the office itself- it's all real! There is so much space between Pam's desk and Dwight's that I never knew about. I rummaged through Michael's safe. I watched as cast members updated their myspace pages and checked their emails while on lunch, but at their character's desks! Can you believe it? Now, many of you may have weirded out- sputtering stupid things excitedly while being ushered around on a first class tour. I'll have you know... I'm not above that. Thank you, Jenna, for putting up with the high pitched squels of excitement, the stupid questions, and demanding that you answer as Pam. Thank you James Gunn, for using your powerful influence to sit me down with the cast. Thank you Joss, for giving me something to talk about with everybody. Go figure, they love the crap outta you, too.
I did have to get rid of some Negative Nancies and advertisers from the page. Life's too short, guys. If you can't stifle the mean- prepare to be Spring Cleaned. I think I deleted four people for good reason, then went power mad and deleted sixty-four more at random. For a moment, I was a god. Then I realized, this is Sparta.
As for the updates on what's going on in Nathantainment: Wonder Con was a real lift. All you Browncoats did me a solid and showed some real support. You made me look like a big man in front of my Drive pals. Thanks. You wanna have some fun? Next time, let's play it up a bit. When you come up to ask a question, start with, "Hey Nathan, it's (Your name here) from (your town here). You set my arm when I broke it?" (Or some such other thing I helped you with- job, marriage, lost dog, flat tire, you know!) I'll come back with, "Oh, yeah! How's the arm? You back at tennis?" And you say, "Oh, it's great. My doc couldn't believe how well you set it. Anyways, my question was..." Then, we drop it. Quick and to the point is where the comedy is. Now, the joke won't work if you get extra creative or weird/gross, so keep it real, and we can all have a laugh. I did a special edition commentary with some dear friends for a movie we did, and I'm looking forward to seeing it come out again. Drive premieres April 15th, I'm told. Really getting excited here, guys. Tim Minear's middle name should be Doesn't Disappoint. Tim D.D. Minear. That's got a ring, you gotta admit. Waitress has trailers on Apple's Quicktime site. I'm so proud. Snif.
Your homework? Tell me what two kinds of people are in this world.
For example: There are two kinds of people in this world. People who smoke in front of others, and people who give a shit about the welfare of those around them and they understand the stink doesn't stop when the cigarette goes out notwithstanding the obvious health dangers to alll involved.
Your assignment must be in "There are two kinds of people in this world" form, though the number may change for comedic purposes.
This is Sparta, and I'm Bill Pardy.

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Imposters, iPhones, and Jewel Staite.

Three things happened yesterday that made me clap and laugh.

One: The iPhone has been announced. Jodie Foster was right, "So beautiful. Should have sent a poet." I had no idea until yesterday how empty my life has been. I am but a husk, a brittle shell of a man desitined for mediocrity and speling mistakes. I am incomplete. iPhone, (sotto) you complete me. Two megapixels? Desktop class OS? One button merge calling? Point and pick voicemail? Leave it to the Brainiac 12's at Apple to give us scolling that is reminiscent of The Price is Right's big wheel. You princes of silicon, who first brought me the gift of drag and drop, now give unto me "the pinch". Oh, Apple. You had me at "slide to unlock".

Two: My hard work has paid off. Myspace has given that imposter the proverbial kick in the left nut. Ha ha, my nemisis. It looks as though the Imposter has been im-POST-ed. Heh, heh. No, wait. Ha ha, my friend. It looks as though your myspace is now MY-space! Now, think on this: You want to push the publicity of a favorite celeb? Cool! But, if you have a site out there with someone else's name on it, and no disclosure as to you not being that person- what are you trying to say? Gross, man. Really. That's weird. What is your message? You hate to be you? You think everyone is stupid? Do you think nobody would like you if they got to know you? That's where you are wrong, Creepy Imposter Dude in your Mom's Basement. Take the hours you spend deceiving others and spend it on a certain someone that needs your quality time. No, not your mom. You. You, need some one on one with your creepy self. No one can creepy love you if you don't creepy love yourself. Hasn't anyone you've stalked or stolen an identity from ever cared enough to tell you that? Stop spreading oogy-negative feelings around the world with lies, and start spreading oogy-love feelings over yourself with a spatula. Then go hang out with your mom.

Three: Jewel Staite has a MySpace thingie again. She, too, is doing what she can to stop the oog. Until such time, you can find her in my top friends. She's the real deal, folks. I know because I had to beat it out of Morena. Tough love, folks. We're tight like that.

In other news, Alan Tudyk will be heading to NY for yet another stint on Broadway. Way to go Alan, and don't forget your x-box. Drive is... well, driving forward. They gave me a nice haircut today, I saw Tim, and met some castmates who seem awesome.

Cheers to all the folks who send great letters, just connecting, being cool and enjoying the access that the web provides. I really appreciate your stories and energy.
Jeers to the "I know you'll never respond to me, but you really should talk more to the fans, you know. It would be nice, you know." guilt trips. What do you know about how much I respond to letters? You just bought yourself a ticket to Ignoresville, USA with your negativity. How do you like me now?

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CLICK HERE FOR AUTOGRAPH, INTERVIEW, and ANY REQUESTS

So many of you have so many requests that involve me having to do work building websites, running to the post office, or just re-arranging my social calender. So many requests I could fill my days! Well, I finally worked out a way to appease all you folks who don't read my super cool blogs and ask for stuff anyway. Just find this here site and all will be taken care of!
http://www.zombo.com/
So, the Flan thing. What a disaster. um... that it COULD have been, I mean. Now, I don't know how to arrange and organize conventions, but since the thing was cancelled, I see no reason not to be refunded. Not the airline tix, but there was no con! I sure hope you folks saved your receipts. A good rule of thumb for how long you should spend ensuring the safe return of your hard earned wages? Take the amount spent on con ticket, divide by how many hours it took you to earn it, then square that number based on principal. Don't be afraid to be versed in legalese, be sure to save all co-respondence, always be civil and polite, and don't shoot till you see the whites of their eyes.
Saw some folks at the Hilton and La Cantina that I've met across the pond, saw some new folks, too. Looks like you guys really got the short end of the stick, but you took that stick, and... well, you know the rest. Props to Clare Kramer for extending her hospitality. A tip of the hat to Sean Harry, who connected folks and orchastrated as best he could at 4 am, London time. Way cool Michael, Mark, Ron, Christina, Camden, MORENA- who wasn't even invited! That was awkward. Who told her, anyway? C'mon, guys. Loose lips and all, with the ships? It's getting really hard to ditch her. I regret I didn't meet that nice VM fellow. Next time. Thanks for all the drink offers, sorry I was a nerd and drove, so- DRINKY STINKY. (Points to anyone who gets that reference. The list will be short.) It was a different feeling, for sure. Maybe what I was feeling was the collective sigh of relief from the way out-of-towners. Maybe I was feeling the community that has come to define Browncoats time, and time again. Maybe I was feeling the hands of those two giggling drunksters who thought it would be a great idea to manhandle my ass while I'm trying to be cool and say hello to every person I could in that huge crowd. Ladies, and you know who you are, I deserve your CCR. Courtesy, consideration, and respect. That made me feel really bad. Next time, I single you out and let everyone know that you are the reason why I'm leaving early. It'd be kinda like leaving you for the Reavers. (60% Mal, you know.) Still sound like a good idea? Sheesh.
OTHERWISE, thanks for all the gifts- the book, the scarf, the space monkey, my face on a dog tag (where can I wear something like that? I'm excited to wear it- but, WHERE?) just to name some of them. Oo! And I'm drinking some fancy Harrod's Tea. Makes me want to grow a handle bar mousetache and take over India or something. Most of all, thanks for keeping it alive, Browncoats. It really shakes my tree that this little show that couldn't- somehow, still does. Crazy. You Flans are indeed the best Flans a fella could hope for.
I also told you that I'd update you on my upcoming projects (the real purpose of this site).
Waitress made into Sundance. Woo Hoo! White Noise 2 comes out sometime in Jan, I think, and earlier in the UK (that oughta make somebody happy). I have a super secret thingy in London coming up soon, and YES- I have a new job on television. Not gonna say what, just yet. But I'll be working with someone I've worked with before and you all love him. Don't ask. You will, but don't. All will be revealed!
Cheers.

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Greetings.

So, I've done it. I've finally gone MySpace. What am I trying to do here? To say? Nothing. This is a little experiment to see what this site is all about. Some of my friends are totally into it, and I've been telling myself I need to learn how to do more computery stuff. And, of course, there is the matter of people coming online and pretending to be me- so, Nathan Fillion, (if that IS your real name) I'm talking to you. Creepy. Really, really creepy. It's not that I'm mad, it's just I feel badly for the 3 thousand or so nice folks he's (or she's) duped. Sorry, folks. Send me a request, I'll put you in.
You wanna be my MySpace pal? No prob. Just don't be creepy- James Gunn, I'm talking to you.
I'll try to employ this site to keep you all up to date on anything important going on at the moment. Right now, that's making sure you send some prayers, thoughts, and positive energy to the family of Adrienne Shelly. I'll also use it as a gauge of my poplularity. Love me. Am I looking to answer fan mail, autograph or interview requests? No. But feel free to try. I'll just be an ass and ignore them.

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