WASHINGTON D.C: The sky is falling!
In other news, Fox bans the sale of unlicensed Jayne hats.
Follow me below the orange coat for more on the Browncoats latest dust-up with Fox.
Fans of the long-ago cancelled Firefly series have for years been making and selling these home made knit caps known as the Jayne hat, in honor of the name of the character that wore it in the show. It has a very popular piece of apparel among Firefly fans, with multiple sellers on Etsy of their hand knitted woolen headgear.
According to Whedonesque, Fox has been sending out cease-and-desist letters or just outright demanding Etsy ban any non-sanctioned Jayne hats. This is after almost a decade of not giving a crap about any of this.
Recently, Ripple Junction has licensed the fan apparel and obtained the rights to mass-produce the product. And in return, Fox is shutting down all the mom and pop Jayne hat makers.
Outrage ensues.
Not all is lost, however. Firefly fans are more sly than the Fox.
There once was a girl named Jane. Jane was a very simple girl. She liked simple things, like catching fireflies with her father.
Jane's father was all she had. They lived together on a small farm with only a few animals. Other than the farm and Jane, all Jane's father had was a browncoat and a hat.
Occasionally, after they were done catching fireflies, Jane's father would stand in the middle of the farm yard, wave his hands to point to it all and say to her, "Someday, Jane, this will all be yours. The chickens. The sheep. My brown coat. Even this hat."
Jane would giggle. She didn't think about what that really meant. That her father was telling her that someday he would be dead, and all she would have is this tiny farm.
One night, Jane and her father heard the farm animals getting restless. Jane watched as her father grabbed a big stick and went out to see what was going on.
Jane waited. She could hear the animals getting more restless. Then, she heard her father scream.
Not knowing what else to do, not even thinking, Jane ran out the door. She was mere feet from the door when what she saw made her stop on her tracks.
Her father laid on the ground, bloody, unmoving, dead. The thing that had killed him was still there, still hitting them with the big stick, the big stick it had taken from her father's own hands.
It was a fox. Somehow, a fox was holding the big stick in its paws and bashing her dead father with it.
Read the whole story written about the newly-dubbed Jane hat from one Etsy seller.
The next generation of Browncoats need not be deprived of the ability to keep their ears warm in style.
Awww