I give up.
I surrender my geek soul to the Whedon. I have no pride, no shame.
I give unto my friends the boxed set, and they say, "Verily, this kicks ass, why is there not more of it?"
And I tell unto them "Because American television can barely find it's own ass with the help of Ass-detecting Assometers run by Assy Asserton, Asstronomer and Winner of the Ass-Centric Assembly's Golden Ass-Finding Trophy Three Years Running."
And even DJ McCarthy, whose soul is black as Warren Ellis' left lung, who I once saw threaten to put a cigarette out in the eye of a five year old*, even he gnashes his teeth and weeps at the injustice.
But now, salvation has come.
The trailer to Serenity.
*to be fair, the five-year-old had it coming.