Black Doggerel

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...I think I answered this once before?

Anyway, s'Farscape.

My RP character is currently engaged in a petty screaming match with the girl he loves, and I am having more difficulty than I should stopping myself including the phrase "frigid, flat-butted Peacekeeper skank".

...seek medical help, or watch Crackers Don't Matter again for inspiration? HMMM.

"I have heard this before. And I have stopped listening. There comes a time when you look into the mirror, and you realise that what you see is all that you will ever be. Then you accept it, or you kill yourself.

Or you stop looking into mirrors."


- Londo Mollari


I am not dead and do not plan to be any time soon. Though I could add that there are no mirrors in my flat either.


bizarrely, immersing myself in Supernatural has increased my fannishness all round and started me rewatching babylon 5, partly for the thematic elements it has in common with Supernatural but mostly just because I love the characters.

and also rewatching Farscape, which Supernatural does not remind me of at all but I never need a reason nor an excuse to watch farscape.

I really wanted to write an intelligent fangirly post about all three, and particularly (for fs_rewatch) about watching someone else's reaction to the first time of seeing Farscape, which is a particularly joyous experience.

but I have had the headache from hell for the best part of a week now and I can only manage articulacy in short bursts. bleh.

When I am crushed, choked and twisted under the immovable weight of curdled guilt and grief; when I cannot bear a friend's touch or a loving voice because of who you aren't; when the blood on my hands burns - unbelievably enough, Farscape helps.

So fucked-up, so darkly funny, so devastating, so damn fucking beautiful.

My name is John Crichton,
(I'm lost)
- an astronaut...
(shot through a wormhole)
In some distant part of the universe.
(I'm trying to stay alive.)
Aboard this ship
(this living ship)
of escaped prisoners -
(my friends.)
If you can hear me -
(beware)
If I make it back...
(will they follow?)
If I open the door...
(are you ready?)
Earth is unprepared
(helpless)
for the nightmares I've seen.
Or should I stay?
(Protect my home?)
Not show them -
(You exist.)
But then you'll never know... the wonders I've seen.

Watching Into the Lion's Den - Part II - Wolf In Sheep's Clothing this afternoon. ( Cut for length, spoilers and Farscape obsession )

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.

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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.

what I really want to do right now is to smoke a lot of weed and watch Farscape all night.

but I can't, because I have no weed. And I'm not going to buy any either because it makes me too dozy the next day, and because it's way too dangerous to lean on drugs in times of stress. If I caught myself doing that I'd have to never touch it again.

Fuck, I hate being grown up.

ICONSQUEEEE!!!!! Thank you very very much cottonmanifesto, you utterly rock!


It's been an amazingly good weekend. We were going to go naked sauna-ing after doing the last bit of the moving, but we were so tired we just lounged around Black Dog HQ and watched Farscape instead. topbit never got into it the first time round like I did. I hope my endless enthusiasm will be contagious rather than irritating.

I wonder if the muppet quotient was higher or lower than it would have been at the sauna? *grin*

Also got to meet the best friend, and was reassured to find myself getting on with him like a house on fire. A kindred spirit. Very happy.

I'm punchy with lack of sleep and hormone backwash - stimulated and bouncy, yet too tired underneath the bounce to make any damn sense. It's kinda fun. *grins harder*

...this is what happens when I have time on my hands and fall asleep watching Farscape.

Oh, how I love infantile Internet in-jokes!

Also, am I the last person on Earth to notice that the monks in John's Noranti-induced hallucinations in What Was Lost were chanting the Farscape theme?