Welcome to the Federation Starship SS Buttcrack!

[Poll #1050350]

As you can see, I'm falling in love all over again. Every time I go back to Farscape after a spell of not watching any I ask myself incredulously how I managed to live without it this long. It really is the show that has everything: emotional complexity, depth of character, good writing, kickass women with guns, Ben Browder in tight leather, huge explosions and Muppets. And Scorpius, who gets a sentence all to himself. That face-licking thing of his... *shiver*

So. Damn. Bloody. Good.

Welcome to the Federation Starship SS Buttcrack!

[Poll #1050350]

As you can see, I'm falling in love all over again. Every time I go back to Farscape after a spell of not watching any I ask myself incredulously how I managed to live without it this long. It really is the show that has everything: emotional complexity, depth of character, good writing, kickass women with guns, Ben Browder in tight leather, huge explosions and Muppets. And Scorpius, who gets a sentence all to himself. That face-licking thing of his... *shiver*

So. Damn. Bloody. Good.

A little fun before I die

I love local kids who gather in groups on patches of rough ground to smoke weed. I love them for many reasons: if they're smoking weed and not drinking, they're going to leave the ground littered with butts and bits of card instead of fucking broken glass; it may look untidy but it's biodegradable and not likely to have me rushing to the vet's to get my dogs stitched up. Another advantage over drinking is that instead of charging around yelling, fighting and setting people's cars on fire (which used to be a popular pastime on this estate), they're just going to sit around giggling like idiots. Again, untidy and unsightly, but basically harmless.

But the biggest reason I love them today is that the ones who were smoking on my dog walk route last night left their bag of weed behind. There's not a lot left in it, but since I hardly ever have any these days it's plenty for me. Weed + Farscape = JOY.

A little fun before I die

I love local kids who gather in groups on patches of rough ground to smoke weed. I love them for many reasons: if they're smoking weed and not drinking, they're going to leave the ground littered with butts and bits of card instead of fucking broken glass; it may look untidy but it's biodegradable and not likely to have me rushing to the vet's to get my dogs stitched up. Another advantage over drinking is that instead of charging around yelling, fighting and setting people's cars on fire (which used to be a popular pastime on this estate), they're just going to sit around giggling like idiots. Again, untidy and unsightly, but basically harmless.

But the biggest reason I love them today is that the ones who were smoking on my dog walk route last night left their bag of weed behind. There's not a lot left in it, but since I hardly ever have any these days it's plenty for me. Weed + Farscape = JOY.