Friday Obsessions: Firefly, Dean Martin, and Orzo

Everything I was obsessed with this week.
Because I know you want to know.

1. Firefly.  Here's the blurb from IMDB, because I am tired and they do it better than I would anyway:
Five hundred years in the future, a renegade crew aboard a small, spacecraft tries to survive as they travel the unknown parts of the galaxy and evade warring factions as well as authority agents out to get them.

Basically, you guys? This is like cowboys - IN SPACE.

 I actually didn't think I'd love it too much the first time I saw the DVDs, but I watched it anyway because my husband and I were spending the summer in Israel and the apartment we were subletting only had Firefly and weird art films. Choice = obvious.

I am so so glad I did. Because, hello - COWBOYS IN SPACE? Not to mention the adventure, romance, and badassed, super-handsome men?

Well, hel-lo, Doctor Tam.

We first watched it five years ago, and I'm finally rewatching now. Even better because it streams on Doctor Tam. Er, streams on Netflix. (Excuse me.)

2. Dean Martin singing "Blue Moon."

There's just....mmmm. Something about it. Sophistcated and romantic and intriguing... just drapes over you like a big warm slightly tingly blanket.  

3. This orzo salad I made today. It has orzo, red peppers, onions, artichokes, green olives, and feta cheese. Warm or cold, it kicks ass. It's probably all I'm going to eat this weekend. Nom nom.

This week in WiP land - I'm finally nailing down the very last plot points, and I'm SO excited. Unfortunately it's my busy season at work, and I'm moving through at a slog. Also, I'm running out of things to share with you that aren't spoilers. (I'm sure you're crushed.)

Here's a sweet scene : Elias talks to Merrin a little bit about his twin sisters, who just moved away from home.


Elias raises his eyebrows at me. “A little thing like you can put away that much pizza?”

I don’t like being referred to as a “little thing,” but he looks at me with admiration, so I let it slide.

We sit in silence for another minute. Then he says, “It’s mostly the quiet, you know? They used to freak me out by teleporting into my room. Scared the hell out of me, and reminded me that I couldn’t do the same thing too. I just threw things at them, usually.”

I grin. That’s what I do with the boys when they cruise across the water - use them as targets for pool darts. I never hit them, but sometimes I get close enough for them to catch one and bring it back, dripping water all over me and my Reader. Punks.

“It’s weird, but I’m still kind of…I don’t know…expecting them to show up one night, you know? One reason it’s nice to have you around.” He looks at me, then puts his napkin on his plate, running his finger along the edge of it over and over. “I mean, Leni and Daniel too.”

I look at his face and I understand him. He’s jealous of his sisters, but he loves them more than the jealousy. Just like me. We’re the same.

Suddenly, I’m afraid to look at him, afraid he’ll see something in my face that I’m not ready for him to see. Fondess. Sadness instead of anger. I don’t want him to see that we’re the same, even though I think he already knows.