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[solitary_summer]

Still not feeling particularly profound. Or in a writing mood.

Took a three hour walk, around the 17th, 18th and 19th district, Hernalser Hautstrasse, Neuwaldegg, Pötztleinsdort, Türkenschanzpark. Overcast, and it started to snow on my way back. It really cleared my mind, in the best and rather literal sense of the word; for the first one or two hours I was just walking, looking around, enjoying the scenery, taking the occasional picture... then, gradually, everything came flowing back again, the inner conversations, what-if scenarios, random thoughts about random things... It was pleasant to have my mind blank for a while, peaceful. Perhaps I ought to learn how to meditate?


I've been doing very, very little these last days. Still reading Der Schwarm, which is absolute crackfic, to borrow a fandom term, but the girl who'd watched every episode of X-Files back in the day is too much entertained by a conspiracy of fish and aliens to give in to the urge to toss the book, despite the craptastic writing. Not one character that doesn't deeply irritate me, and he has this Jules Verne-esque aspirations of educating his readers... So I can at least say I learned a couple of things about the deep sea - methan hydrates, that sea level isn't necessarily sea level.


Watched the first few episodes of S2 Farscape until The Way We Weren't, and so far I still stick with my style over substance comment. The Way We Weren't certainly is poignant, but it's just slightly too obvious in the way it pushes your emotional buttons. Too aesthetisised, in a way. Aeryn... she suffers so prettily. Actually that's an understatement, she suffers exquisitely beautifully - she just is exquisitely beautiful in pretty much every situation; and it's probably highly unreasonable to complain about artifice in a SF tv show, but, e.g, on B5 emotions seemed a lot more raw and real, somehow. Can't put my finger on it.

Another thing that faintly irritates me... Ancient Greek tragedy created the deus ex machina if the plot had come to a point where it couldn't be resolved otherwise. Farscape has managed to create the opposite thing, the... complication ex machina? in the form of Moya. Too much of the plot hangs on the ship. We had a pregnant ship in S1, angst over baby-ship, and I assume the whole natural re-bonding will be good for at least a few further complications. Maybe this works for other people, but to me it is somewhat annoying and lazy writing. It simply doesn't intrigue me. I've never been the person to humanise machinery or develop any kind of emotional attachment beyond the fact that I need it. It never occurred to me to give either my computer or my car a name. No offence to anyone on my friendslist who has done that, but the mere idea seems fairly odd to me. So, franky, these plot lines about a sentient ship partly bore, and partly irritate me. It just seems so terribly unpractical and inefficient. Part of my mind snarks that the Vorlons almost certainly never had these kind of problems with their ships...


In even more annoying news, my free day tomorrow got canceled; R. is still/again sick. Sicker.