Farscape musings

I just watched one of the last few scenes of Farscape's episode A Constellation Of Doubt.

And you know what? I loved season 4. I still love it as much as I did when I first watched it all. Obsessed!John who would sell the world and all the races of the galaxy to tyranny and enslavement just to get Aeryn back? I loved it. I was shocked and suprised by his character going that far, and also loved it because I wasn't as shocked by him as a good person should be shocked by his actions. Because I the viewer had been there with John Crichton over the course of the previous 4 years, and I know exactly how he came to be the way that he's become. And watching his character is a marvel.

Pretty, pretty Sikozu who is both insidious and yet sincere? Loved it. The whole trip to Earth? Loved it. Also still kind of can't believe they actually went there---something I'd always assumed would be left to fanfic, especially after they kinda did it in A Human Reaction. The way the entire dynamics of the crew by now have changed and formed and been broken down only to reform again in a different dynamic? Loved it. All those crazy complex plot threads that made continuity in viewing an absolute essential or your brain was toast? Loved it. John's stupid cowboy speech to the alien war council? Loved it.

Since watching saavathrough her journal entries as she discoverFarscape, I've finally had some exposure to FS fandom opinions. My fandom exposure to FS as I watched season 4 mostly consisted of reading eliade and spikespiegel's journal entries an various amounts of commenting. So I was blissfully unaware of what most people thought, or what people were complaining about and why they disliked season 4. When I first realized this, I was more like "What do you mean, you didn't like it?"

Now, seeing the bits of this episode after not having watched any season 4 eps pretty much since the show ended many months ago... I turned instantly into the squeally fangirl I was back then, and started gushing to my dad about OMGHowMuchILoveThisShowI'mGonnaMakeYouWatchTheWholeThingOneDay.

Season 4 a downer? Frell that. Sometimes, folks you just have to step back from the computer a while, and let yourself experience something without the views of others. You might find yourself in love with it.


P.S. Silly misguided people; how could you NOT love season 4?!? No, don't answer that. I don't want to know, and I would never believe it anyway.

Oh, and, before I go to bed tonight...

CONGRATULATIONS PETER JACKSON & CREW & CAST!

Cowboy Bebop and Donnie Darko alike?... think about it. WARNING: VAGUE BUT EVIL SPOILERS!!!

So I was All.About.Bebop. this morning. And I was listening to "Blue" off my homemade soundtrack of all the CB music, and I immediately started coming up with ideas to cross it with BTVS and that Spike. I have icons and vids parading through my head. Again. They never quite go away. But I think I can take care of the icon part at least. Soon. Imagine Spike/Spuffy icons to the lyrics to "Blue." Doesn't it make you squeal?!

I also had some heavy CB fandom thoughts along with all these music thoughts, while driving to school. Mostly, I finally realized why I wasn't sad at the end of Cowboy Bebop. I mean, I _was_ sad, but I wasn't, you know? I was hearbroken for Faye and hurting for Jet and pouting for Julia and Annie and everyone... but my reactions for Spike at the end of The Real Folk Blues have always been confused and conflicted. Sad, but not sad. Happy, but hearbroken.

It's been many many months since I saw the end of Cowboy Bebop, but I finally realized what my overall reaction was:

The film Donnie Darko.

I felt about Spike Spiegel at the end of the show exactly the way that I felt about Donnie at the end of that film.

In fact, now that it's stuck in my brain, the comparison seems so obvious that I wonder why I've never thought of it before.

Excuse me, I have to go cry happy tears now.

thoughts after rereading my previous post.

They should pay people to do what we do. To do nothing all day but think about and talk about and dream about and do art about and write about and consume everything fandomish. Buffy. Bebop. LotR. Anime. Farscape. Highlander Harry Potter. X Files. Smallville. Star Trek. Movies. Television. Music. Books. Pick your poison-- whatever series/verse it is.

Sometimes I wonder if I am abnormal. If all of us are.

I mean, my parents also gush about LotR, but I don't think they gush *this* much, as much as I gush about some of the things listed above. And they don't write fanfic, or watch fan music videos, or dress up as characters, or make fan art, or make music mixes.

When I read someone on my friends list talk about Buffyverse and say statments like "I think about Spike all the time. I think every song ever written is about Spike," I understand them perfectly. I know the mindset because it's my own. And if they were to say the same statement about Smallville or Alias, two shows that I don't even watch, I would still understand. It's a thing.

It's okay if I'm abnormal, if it's weird that I think about this stuff 24/7. But I just want to know for sure. The suspense is killing me.

My brain is so filled with all things music/tv/book/movie/internet/fandom that sometimes it makes me crazy.

I am a pawn of the mass entertainment industry. Their perfect little brainwashed minion.

Still I beg for more. Happily.

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I actually buckled down and read a Kakashi/Sakura fic. Because the amount of Naruto fanfic on the internet is so slim that I can't be too picky about pairings.

But I don't think I'll ever be reading this pairing again. It's just... too ridiculous. This pairing is so far into the "never happen in a million billion years" category as far as characters go that I couldn't even manage to finish one damn fic.

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You know you've jumped fandoms too many times when you get a review for a fic you can't even remember.

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Edit:

Oh, wow.

Well, that explains it.

The fic was actually an original poem I put up ages ago, that isn't even on ff.net anymore, but is actually on fictionpress.com, left over from the split. Huh. I didn't even know I had an account there...