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corilannamOnce again, I accomplished very little this weekend other than the watching of Farscape. I've now made it through season 2, and come away from it with the comforting thought that no matter how much I sometimes hate my life, it could never be as bad as John Crichton's.
Two surprising things: how much of an effort I'm making to avoid spoilers, despite my desperate need to look up Farscape fanfiction, and despite how much I'm already spoiled for future events. And how much watching Farscape makes me want to write Stargate fanfiction.
I also watched a few episodes of the first season of the Amazing Race, and it's almost embarrassing how much I still yell at the TV during certain moments, even when I know perfectly well what's going to happen. Because surely, if I just wish hard enough, they'll catch the freakin' bus and everything will be different. This is either a sure sign of fannishness, or just insanity. I find I don't care much which it is.
Two surprising things: how much of an effort I'm making to avoid spoilers, despite my desperate need to look up Farscape fanfiction, and despite how much I'm already spoiled for future events. And how much watching Farscape makes me want to write Stargate fanfiction.
I also watched a few episodes of the first season of the Amazing Race, and it's almost embarrassing how much I still yell at the TV during certain moments, even when I know perfectly well what's going to happen. Because surely, if I just wish hard enough, they'll catch the freakin' bus and everything will be different. This is either a sure sign of fannishness, or just insanity. I find I don't care much which it is.
