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Friday, March 14th, 2003 18:31
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1 - Maybe the ending of Farscape is not as bad as I thought.

The weird alien did say something about wanting to analyse the specimens, which I did kind of notice, although my brain didn't actually process the information at the time, as it was all just too traumatic. When I was reading the BBC Cult TV site's Farscape message board someone had posted there about it, and I remembered it then. So maybe John & Aeryn aren't dead (although being disintegrated into a pile of red and black dust did look kind of final).

The whole last episode was a bit of a mess though. 'Previously on Farscape' was good, showing a chronological string of clips from all four series, but this was followed by an extremely rushed and compressed set-up for the episode:'Oh no Crichton told the Scarrans that there are Bird of Paradise flowers on earth so they are going to invade earth via the wormhole should we make an alliance with the Peacekeepers so that they will protect earth but if we do that then the Peacekeepers will enslave earth we can't trust Scorpy yes we can no we can't how can we close the wormhole ourselves Phew!

Oh and the way the weird alien's face was scarred and then came apart down the scar lines, was a rip-off from the genetically altered vampires in Blade II.


2 - I've never had a dream before which gave me a direct message like last night's. Okay, maybe it wasn't a very deep or profound message, but at least I understood it.


3 - A Saki Moment:

How you bore me, Florrie,
With those eyes of vacant blue;
You'll be very sorry, Florrie,
If I marry you.
Though I'm easy-goin', Florrie,
This I swear is true,
I'll throw you down a quarry, Florrie,
If I marry you.


From "The Secret Sin of Septimus Brope".


4 - Another Saki Moment:

Tell me a story," said the Baroness, staring out despairingly at the rain; it was that light, apologetic sort of rain that looks as if it was going to leave off every minute and goes on for the greater part of the afternoon.

"What sort of story?" asked Clovis, giving his croquet mallet a valedictory shove into retirement.

"One just true enough to be interesting and not true enough to be tiresome," said the Baroness.

Clovis rearranged several cushions to his personal solace and satisfaction; he knew that the Baroness liked her guests to be comfortable, and he thought it right to respect her wishes in that particular.

"Have I ever told you the story of St. Vespaluus?" he asked.

"You've told me stories about grand-dukes and lion-tamers and financiers' widows and a postmaster in Herzegovina," said the Baroness, "and about an Italian jockey and an amateur governess who went to Warsaw, and several about your mother, but certainly never anything about a saint."


The beginning of "The Story of St. Vespaluus".

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