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11th Hour Art for Firefly: fan-based guerilla marketing for the SciFi re-airing of Firefly, and its upcoming Serenity movie. I had to bookmark these during a "bad wifi day" and can't remember where I first saw them. Only recently did I manage to see the first episode of Firefly, and it knocked my socks off. You know how the first episode of any Star Trek series sucks rocks because the characters aren't yet really defined? Didn't happen a lick. Very, very cool; let's give a communal raspberry to whatever forces kept this series from making it.

Common Tunes: community directory of free and legal music and video. Many of these are BitTorrent links, so "yay!" and some are .asx streams, which is kinda sucky, but hey. (I think this through Waxy)

Failmath offers a quiz challenging takers to recognize which gritty, realistic, urban brawler is which? I painstakingly filled in all the answers, and was dismayed at how hard it is to tell them apart. Which is right about when my net connection went down, and I can't be bothered to re-take the test now.

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