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I didn't know I was such a coffee addict. I once (very sleepy, post-lunchbreak) jokingly said to M.-at-work that I wondered if Western Civilisation as we know it would collapse if you took away coffee and such, but I little did I know...

Gah. I'm absolutely useless.

I do hope the current mental state is at least partly due to still not feeling entirely well, though hat seems to be improving at last, and catching up with a lot of sleep that apparently caffeine helped me pretend I didn't need as much as I actually seem to need it.

And I really, really have no patience with this kind of stuff. I expect my body to function, and when it doesn't, all of me is out of whack and I become whiny, irritable & grumpy.


Farscape S2, cut for lengthy sort-of rant )

solitary_summer: (candles (© clive barker))

My body has been acting weird lately. Headaches last week, waves of nausea & throwing up since Friday. Where is all this coming from? I'm used to my body being low-maintenance and generally unfussy, and there really is no conceivable reason why it should start exhibiting some kind of psychosomatic symptoms now...

Eh. Not amused.


I guess I'll use the day off tomorrow to sleep as long as I can & try to fix this with diet coke and rice cakes.

(Also, buy a horse-related birthday present for Ch. ::sigh::)

(Also, install the scanner that I got from M.'s boyfriend when he bought a new one.)



I've picked up S2 Farscape again a few days ago, trying, and still failing miserably to get into it. I don't know why, but it just doesn't work for me. And there really is only so much time one can spend pondering one's sexual orientation over Claudia Black's, well, general breath-takingness.


I'll just take Der Zauberberg and go to bed now, and maybe for once be asleep before two in the morning.

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Can someone spare me a few IQ points? Brain cells? Anyone?

I seem to have misplaced my brain at one point or another during the Christmas season. Seriously. I'm not even tempted to pick up a book at the moment. All the oh-so-profound entries I intended to write, on hiatus, evaporated. I'm tired of words, finding the right expressions, of expressing anything at all. I don't want to talk to customers or co-workers, I just want silence. (I also make about ten times more typos than usual, but I'm still anal about spell-checking, so this isn't really noticeable.)

Instead, I watch Farscape, contentedly (well, almost) and mindlessly staring at the screen, because, oh, pretty!. Which is so, so wrong, and really, so not me. I was supposed to be mostly asexual. No other tv show, movie, anything that I really liked was ever about the characters' looks. Then again, I'm not even sure I like Farscape or any of its characters, but I certainly haven't tired yet of watching Aeryn, oh, walk across a room.

On the more irritating side: Something that I could, if my brain were actually working, describe much more eloquently and lengthily (is that even a word?), but seeing as it doesn't, will be called the 'Look! Big Emotional Moment! *fingerpoint*' technique of acting & directing.

[I don't understand the comparison between Farscape and B5 at all; B5 may not be so pretty and stylish, but the writing is so far superior it doesn't even bear comparison.]



Also, changed the layout to something more season-appropriate. It started to feel positively obscene to look at all that lush green.

solitary_summer: (brothers (© clive barker))

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.
solitary_summer: (moon (© clive barker))

::sigh:: I should have done something. It was sunny, it's a holiday, I should have taken my camera, gone outside, done something active, but it seems to be one of those days...

I'll do a bit of cleaning later, at least.

Hopefully.


One of the days when I don't even feel like writing on livejournal, because everything comes out banal and awkward and I mistype jsut and ahve every single damn time. The brain's a funny thing.


Finished Farscape S1 today, and, hm. I saw a few episodes years ago on tv, although never enough to make out a story-line; intelligent people seem to like it, and I needed a new fandom to be dragged into. Not. But what can I say, good offer on amazon.

I realised recently that I tend to focus too much on things I dislike and kind of get sidetracked by that, so for once I'll try to start with what I did like. It's pretty. Very pretty in fact. Stylish, great shots, often incredibly beautiful images, and I'm a little in love with the alienness of their aliens. Great scope of imagination. On the downside, although one would have to take into account that this is only a first season, fleshing out the characters, &c., it seems a little too much style over substance for my taste, at least occasionally. There are good episodes, but there are also quite a few that drag rather badly, and even at its best it moves rather slowly. And no amount of prettiness can quite disguise the fact that the actually story-line is pretty thin (they want to get home; they don't want to get caught; they're learning to trust each other and grow into a family of sorts, and this last more often than not is just as clicheed as it sounds). It's just a bit too sappy, too nice, too few hard edges. Crichton and Aeryn have their touching moments, but I'm already beginning to be ever-so-faintly irritated by all those deep looks. Also, Aeryn has more chemistry with D'argo and Crichton with Zhaan, or even Crais - the air fairly crackles between these two. [ETA, upon reconsideration; not quite true, but there is something about the Aeryn/Crichton situation that rubs me the wrong way, just slightly. Too easy, too obvious? Unsure.]

As for the characters - Crichton sometimes does have this genuine-good-guy thing going for him that I do occasionally find attractive in characters, and at other times he has this spark of power that can also be very hot. However, most of the time he's just a trifle too saintly for my taste, and it's a little too often that he's made to be the moral compass of the crew in an universe he just stumbled into.

Aeryn and Zhann are both gorgeous, beautiful women, and I mean that in the least shallow way possible, because for this level of attraction I have to develop some interest in the character, too. Chiana is pretty hot, too, and there definitely is something about this show that brings out my inner lesbian.

D'argo - can't say much about him yet. Tragic past. Nice. But nothing to make him really interesting yet.

Crais... pretty pretty all right, pretty [::rolleyes @ self::], and kind of interesting, but he's one of the characters whose tragedy you can appreciate, but who, at the time where you're introduced to them, may be too far gone already, or at least that's what it looks like at this stage. Scorpius is entirely too unpleasant and one-dimensional at this point to be interesting.


And, god, I really must be brain-dead when all I can say about a show's characters is whether they're hot or not. ::facepalm:: Enough.


I think I may have been irreversibly spoiled by Jossverse and B5 and their much more drama driven story telling. There was nothing here that kept me on the edge of my seat, or made me compulsively watch episode after episode. No big dramatic moments. The next season can wait until Christmas.

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