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Today, when we went out to dinner, my little sister tugged on my sleeve and whispered, "The women sitting behind us are talking about your shirt."

(It was this one.)

I looked over my shoulder and lo, a table full of tough-looking older ladies were, in fact, staring at my shirt. I grinned to myself.

"Must be Firefly fans," I said. My mother looked confused, which is mostly how she always looks when I talk about television.

"What's that?" she asked. And I was about to explain to her about how once upon a time there was a show about space cowboys and space courtesans and space doctors and it was (space) awesome, but then one of the women at the table behind us overheard and shouted:

"Joss Whedon! Angel! Buffy the Vampire Slayer! Firefly! Serenity! Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog! Dollhouse, oh God I hope it's good!"

I nodded firmly. "Yeah, Mum," I said, "that. Get with the program already, jeez."

WAS THAT THE END OF THE STORY? OF COURSE NOT. Because just as we were setting our forks aside and asking for the cheque another tough-looking older woman came over to our table and tapped my shoulder, smiling.

"Hey," she said. "I heard you were a fan, so..."

And then she unbuttoned her jacket and showed me her Captain Hammer shirt.

&LIFE;

( Here are some pictures of our new house. )

( Also, just for the fuck of it, pictures of my room! )

I got this month's Spin today purely for the Gym Class Heroes feature. TRAVIS MCCOY I ENJOY YOUR FACE. MATT MCGINLEY YOUR FACE IS ALSO PRETTY RAD.