The first half of the Karate Kid and the final episode of Firefly and all I can think to say is something written by someone else.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Between the Little Edie and the Pat Benatar, it's just been a Robert Frost kind of weekend. I've gone miles. Can I sleep already?