Joss Whedon

As Mutant enemy day approaches, Joss considers what to wear (red), what to bring (powdered milk) and what this ’hygiene’ everyone’s recommending is all about.

A couple of things before the big day. First of all Marti Noxon has tried to HIJACK this entire site for some ’cause’. She forwarded this letter she wanted me to print:

"We think it would be unbelievably amazing if Joss were able to tell whomever might be reading his blog for info on the Friday picket that, as a part of the whole thing, the WGA is doing a Holiday Harvest Food drive for local food banks (that have reached an all-time low in donations, recently) and we’re asking everyone who can to bring jars of peanut butter, cans of tuna, and tons of powdered milk. In this way, besides just making a statement in solidarity and support of the WGA strike, we can also be re-stocking the shelves of the local food banks and feeding the poor and hungry of our community."

Like I’d print something so depressing! This event is about one thing: my famousnessness. First everyone’s all about ’the strike’, now it’s ’helping people’... let’s not lose sight of the point, people! You can’t spell M.E. without, well, me.

Powdered milk, Cans of tuna, peanut butter. Other non-perishables will also be gratefully accepted, but those are the key groups. If you get the chance. ’Cause, me aside (for as long as I can stand it), supporting the strike and supporting the community are all part of the same thing. No one in this country should be hungry. I won’t get on the soapbox (’cause it’s too big to fit on the one I’m already on) but totin’ a can really would mean a lot.

MAN DOWN! Yes, Alexis Denisof had to leave town and will not be able to attend. On the bright side, HE HAS A GLASS EYE! No, he totally doesn’t, I’m just bummed and lashing out. We’ll miss him, but I’m still gathering troops, so stay tuned. (Stay logged?)

RAIN! Man, I’m just harshing your mellow tonght, aren’t I? Scattered showers predicted. It was prettty boily today, but who knows. Be prepared! Wear a snowsuit AND a bikini! I’m not frightened. I am unwavering. Nothing will stop us from picketing, unless there’s a single fluffy cloud, in which case I’m just gonna panic and go scab.

I look forward to seeing you all, except the people I won’t be seeing, like ol’ glass eye and the people who live in New Zealand. (Go New Zealand! Road Warrior! Shrimp on the Barbie! G’day, and... and... wait... oh God! WETA! I meant to say WETA! Jeez, I’m losing fans by the boatload here. I gotta stop the bleeding and end this post.)

Bye for now, -j.

Tuna
Powdered Milk
Peanut Butter

joss | Purple prose | 06:38 CET