Late for the next parade

Yes, I'm alive. Been spending time watching TV.

Monday was Morse, Jonathon Creek, Red Cap, and some other shows which aren't particularly memorable.
Tuesday was seven episodes of Farscape, leaving me only two of the entire series to see (The Choice, and Lambs to the Slaughter).

My head may not be on straight anymore, but I think I've got ideas for things. Hrm. For one thing, no Jo/Roper kiss. I'm devestated. But there was lots of John/Aeryn angst. Yay.

I still hate Granny, though. She's a waste of space, and drugs John way too often. I should let Marya bitch-slap her.

Touching Evil series 2 is also waiting to be watched. (YAY! I love early birthday presents! Thank you, Aj. ;) Though I'm not sure I'm up to the pain. I mean, hell, after Icarus Abides and Wolf in Sheep's Clothing, I'm pretty much loaded up on all the pain my brain wants to handle.

Which still doesn't mean I won't finish the Zelbinion fic. Hrm. Perhaps I should....

Oo... I need to do a Subreality piece with Servalan smacking Grayza around. And SmoochyTravis drinking with Braca. Heheheheh.

I never want you near...

I find I have little to say really.

Life goes apace.

The grass got rained on, so it's green.

I wonder if there's still daquiri stuff...