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Tuesday, October 29, 2002  

blame it upon a rush of blood to the head

odd thing about music. how it seems to have an unerring nack for finding you, lyrics touching your heart when those very same emotions are exposed. it knows when you need just a little push to smile, to laugh, to grieve.

i love Coldplay. nobody does moody music better than the British.

The Scientist

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on a silence apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start

yeah. what they said.

1:11 AM

Monday, October 28, 2002  

short-sightedness makes me so cranky.

let's rail against the machine that is Michael Jackson and Vivendi Universal for making narrow, short-sighted decisions and then turn around and do the exact same thing, shall we? sounds like fun. for frell's sake, people, GROW UP!. it isn't Firefly versus Farscape. ending rant now, before i tap into the you've-been-held-over-to-work-another-14-hour-shift-again-and-are-expected-to-be-back-6-hours-later rage. yeah, that could end badly.

I WROTE ACT ONE!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!

*sigh* finally. back to the Virtual Season of La Femme Nikita. i sifted, sorted, read and re-read my notes and my drafts. we honed and tossed around and thought about and honed some more, wrote back story, projected forward for the rest of the season some more, and then i finally started tapping keys and i've got Act One of Episode 610. i think i'm gonna hide in LFN fandom a while else i commit a few virtual homicides in another fandom.

where did i put those explosives....hmmmmm

so yeah, cheers.

9:42 AM

Saturday, October 19, 2002  

:::looks around with a wistfully:::

nice to be home. missed my blog. not that i blog daily or anything, but still. must be that whole, you-don't-realize-how-much-you-miss-something-until-it's-gone deal. like, uhm, Farscape. *sniff, sniff*.

you want to close your eyes now

don't mind my subconscious. that's just its not so subtle attempt at getting me to take a nap. it's 0200 now, and i've been up since 0900, but since the Right Brain and Brain Bit (go Donna!) just spent all that time and effort transferring the files from one ftp to another, it seemed only fitting that i at least stopped by and said hi.

so, uhm. Hi.

mmmmmmmmm, nap time. we'll try this again in a few hours.

:::falls asleep and immediately into a dream:::

Toby: "You ask him yet?"

Josh: "Ask who what?"

Toby: "The President. About Donna."

Josh: "I got distracted with Sam."

Toby: "Where is he?"

Josh: "Sam?"

Toby: "The President."

Josh: "Meeting with the Joint Chiefs."

Toby: "That's more important than Donna's raise?"

Josh: "Not to Donna."

Toby: "Well?"

Josh: "I got...he...she...I, with the's bad. Bad thing."

Toby throws Josh a sidelong look.

Toby: "I'm pretty sure you can't do that to the english language."

:::she rolls over, smiling, and adjusts her pillow, burrowing deeper under the covers.:::

2:12 AM

Tuesday, October 01, 2002  

the underground Sopranos

that's what feldman suggested of Farscape and her fans....the underground Sopranos. well, why the hell not? amazing where a show can go when it's got a *real* channel with *real* support behind it.

John Crichton is no less complicated than Tony Soprano, and a helluva lot cuter. no offense Jimmy. you have an unquestionable appeal, but Ben Browder you ain't. *slow grin* . not to be confused with slo gin, but that's another story.

6:01 AM

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