Dear Joss Whedon -
Just so you know, my housemates and I watched all 144 episodes of Buffy the Lesbian Separatist - I'm sorry, that's Vampire Slayer, I got confused - on DVD, though I had already seen all but one of them on my own. I did this after seeing every episode in AVI or MPG format, downloaded from the Web, with a different set of housemates. (The MPAA, in its belief that downloads will hurt sales of quality entertainment, is obviously full of idiots.) The second bunch of cohabitants readily assented to an all-housemates viewing of Firefly, which we all adore though Buffy is of course closer to our hearts, and tonight we're all going to see Serenity on the biggest screen in Boston. We trust you, and even though we're all hooked on Lost now, that all-plot-all-the-time show is light on the things that make your stories so personally affecting.
(As an added bonus, half the house has watched Angel as well, though we all agree it doesn't hit its stride until midway through Season Two or early Season Three, and is hampered by some extremely awkward dips in quality during Season Four.)
For me personally, your name has become synonymous with a rare integrity and attention to the demands of what you've called the 'irresponsible' story, and though I am awed by what I take to be your singular genius for dialogue and observation of character - you're gifted, but it's pointless to envy or strive to emulate gifts - it is your moral seriousness and devotion to the craft of narrative that have earned my drooling goggle-eyed fanboy love.
Thank you for the stories you've told..
Now don't fuck up this movie tonight!! Haha. :)