Time to play the lottery again…

I want to win that!
Joss Whedon (a.k.a. God) is auctioning himself off for charity. The five highest bidders at this ebay-auction will get to enjoy a dinner with Joss himself in San Diego at this years’ Comic Con.
Awww, fucking hell, I’d already be happy if I’d be able to afford to go to the con. I’ve never been to one of those things and up until my Firefly-obsession begun I never had the urge to go to one, either (didn’t even know these things existed, to be honest). Now, of course, I would pay my last penny to get on one where any one of the BDH is scheduled to show up - much more so for Joss, the Boss, himself. But unfortunately I already spent my last pennies last week in London, so that’s that for the time being.
Winning a seat at this dinner would be - well, a bit like I-died-and-went-to-heaven, really. I’m not even sure I could come up with a halfway decent topic for conversation with him (did I ever come up with anything resembling a halfway decent topic of conversation with anyone? *scratches head*). But who cares? I could always just let him talk all evening. I just bloody well hope somebody from the Whedonesque crowd will manage to go and will come back with a detailed report.
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Damn it, Mal, why can’t I be rich?
Uh, yeah, because I don’t have a job. Right. That’s out then…
Did I mention lately that my life sucks at the moment? (Not really, LOL)