I wonder if Delenn owns a pair of jeans
I'm drinking decaf green tea in the hopes that it will simultaneously keep me awake long enough for me to get done the things I need to get done and also let me get much-needed sleep. I wonder if the green tea really has a chance at all of having an effect one way or another.
In other - or well, the same - news, April is stress. Lots and lots of stress.
I somehow switched the discs and ended up watching Die Me, Dichotomy before any of Liars, Guns, and Money and I was so confused that I assumed at first I had just watched the episode where Stark came back and where Jothee was rescued in some half-zombified delirium that I had just forgotten. The thing closer to the truth is that Farscape so often starts in medias res that I just kept watching, waiting for the story to play itself out and then before I knew it John and Aeryn were telling each other they loved each other and then John was Scorpius and then Aeryn DIED and by the time I realized this must be the finale, I'd already gotten punched in the stomach a couple dozen times and so I had to start A Not So Simple Plan so the despair didn't have a chance to set in.
I mean, ok, I know she'll come back to life somehow, but John/Scorpius is the one who killed her, and she died by drowning in ice-cold water stuck in her ejected pilot's seat, coming up for air one last time to call out, "Crichton" and then John - wearing handcuffs - cut a piece of her hair and it was cold on the ice planet, cold and white and Aeryn was cold and blue and she looked like warrior about to be sent out over the waterfall and onto the halls of her fathers and GOD.
And now, to obsess about Delenn and this moment I have in my head where she and Sheridan are alone, really alone, for the first time and the moment within that moment when they both realize it; read another chapter of the brilliant Against the Day, which, because of previously mentioned sleep shortage I'm reading in only about fifteen-minute increments; and find something to wear tomorrow that isn't a pair jeans, regardless of however much I'd really like to wear a pair of jeans to work.
In other - or well, the same - news, April is stress. Lots and lots of stress.
I somehow switched the discs and ended up watching Die Me, Dichotomy before any of Liars, Guns, and Money and I was so confused that I assumed at first I had just watched the episode where Stark came back and where Jothee was rescued in some half-zombified delirium that I had just forgotten. The thing closer to the truth is that Farscape so often starts in medias res that I just kept watching, waiting for the story to play itself out and then before I knew it John and Aeryn were telling each other they loved each other and then John was Scorpius and then Aeryn DIED and by the time I realized this must be the finale, I'd already gotten punched in the stomach a couple dozen times and so I had to start A Not So Simple Plan so the despair didn't have a chance to set in.
I mean, ok, I know she'll come back to life somehow, but John/Scorpius is the one who killed her, and she died by drowning in ice-cold water stuck in her ejected pilot's seat, coming up for air one last time to call out, "Crichton" and then John - wearing handcuffs - cut a piece of her hair and it was cold on the ice planet, cold and white and Aeryn was cold and blue and she looked like warrior about to be sent out over the waterfall and onto the halls of her fathers and GOD.
And now, to obsess about Delenn and this moment I have in my head where she and Sheridan are alone, really alone, for the first time and the moment within that moment when they both realize it; read another chapter of the brilliant Against the Day, which, because of previously mentioned sleep shortage I'm reading in only about fifteen-minute increments; and find something to wear tomorrow that isn't a pair jeans, regardless of however much I'd really like to wear a pair of jeans to work.