In other news, I'm glad that Geoffrey Chaucer has come out of hibernation to post his epitaph for Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
Yif al the woe and teeres and hevinesse
And eek the sorwe, compleynte and wamentynge
That man hath heard in thes yeeres of distresse
Togedir were y-put, too light a thynge
It sholde be for this yonge knightes mournynge.
Withouten hym this world can no wey plese,
Fulfild it is of shadwe and disese.
Finally, since this is less a post and more a random linkdump, have a free Firefly novel, because Stephen Brust loves you [ETA: Having read it, I can only say that Brust is no Joss Whedon...too bad], and a mashup that Joss recommends with the words, "This is actually much better than your inevitably fine children." (Not that he's being nasty; the author wrote, "Sorry, hypothetical future children, if you're reading this and feel jilted. But you are just not as awesome as this video.")
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