Jewel Staite

You know what’s awesome? Reading your comments before I have to go on a really important meeting where I have to be all impressive and stuff, because it works like a charm to swell the old ego just enough to portray said impressive-ness.

I’ve had some very interesting questions in my inbox during the last few days so here goes: Yes, that was me at the Zumanity show in Vegas back in December--- I love me some Vegas (btw the show was insanely good— better than Mystere, and not just because of the nudity). No, that was not me in those commercials you all are talking about; I haven’t done a commercial since I was about ten years old; I was never a good seller of things. No, I do not have a younger sister; I have four half-sisters and two half-brothers though, all older than me, and most of them act like they’re two. As per request, I’ve added a photo of my dog, Teddy, wearing her latest accessory; I secretly know she doesn’t give a shit about Firefly and absolutely hates the hat, but she has a tremendous amount of patience with me. Yes, I have heard about the Browncoat Cruise and have been approached and invited to attend, but since we’re still waiting on a pending invitation to another event at the same time, I haven’t decided yet which I’m doing.... yes, I know it’ll be fun, and it’ll be even more fun to throw myself overboard to see how devoted you Browncoats really are, but alas, the details are all still in the works: it’s being considered! I promise!

Think that’s it so far...Oh yeah! Maybe you can help me out here. How come some people insist on calling me "Jewels"? even if I introduce myself several time as "Jewel without an s"? I mean, there’s only one of me... not two. You would be shocked how many of our acquaintances still refer to me as "Jules" or "Jools"... Are they trying to be all nickname-y and cute? Is it like people calling Joss Josh and they just can’t help it? We have this one friend that no matter how many times my exasperated friends tell him how to say my name, he still calls me Jewels, and I’ve just learned to live with it. I think this has become my pet peeve number 1. And since Nathan rants about, like, dog poo, I figured I could rant about that, since I very rarely ever get to.

I feel better.