Here’s how it is: Earth got used up, so we terraformed a whole new galaxy of Earths, some rich and flush with the new technologies, some not so much.
I’ve been lazy, very lazy, for the last month and have really fallen behind on my writing chores. On the upside I’m ranked 142 out of 23,490 (Game Center) players for Monsters Ate My Condo and I’ve re-watched most of Firefly. I’ve also recently found the Browncoats mixtape by Adam Warrock which seem serendipitous considering my stroll down memory lane.
It’s remarkable to me that a property can create such undying loyalty in such a brief time. This is a show that didn’t even get to finish airing (nor was it aired in its intended sequence), and yet almost ten years later is still pumping out tribute material. In my personal pantheon of space captains Mal Reynolds sits squarely at the top, followed closely by his inspiration Han Solo. Hell, Firefly is the reason I watch Castle – a show I enjoy but doesn’t come close to capturing the feeling Firefly did. What’s even more remarkable is that this is not an epic adventure, like Star Wars – which is the only other IP to inspire such nostalgia in me, but rather a small story about ‘doing crime’ and building family where there wasn’t before. It is a show that is all about its characters, which is what Joss Whedon does best (and perhaps the reason Doll House – a show without characters – failed so miserably).
Obviously Firefly can’t be judged as an enormous financial success, but to have inspired such loyalty and love from a group of fans is a triumph of another sort entirely. Something to aspire towards as a creator I think.