the small pleasures in life are always the best

Jason and I started watching Farscape a couple years ago when we found it on the SciFi channel. They used to run all the eps, in order, late at night around midnight. Which was perfect for us, because one or both of us would just be getting home from work then. One day when they were nearing the final season in repeats, they just yanked it completely. What did they replace it with? Crossing Over. Or something. Hell, I would have even taken that ridiculous Lexx show over Crossing Over.

So, now we've got the TiVo. I turned the TV off last night after watching some program recorded off of TNT. When I turn the TV on this afternoon, not really expecting anything good to be on, the TiVo tunes itself to SciFi where an old eppysode of Farscape is on! And I haven't even told the dang thing that I love this show yet. It figured that out all by itself.

My day started itself off with a phone call, from the BP station where my car is being fixed. Something I was dreading, that I've put off for months, snowballed into three seperate problems. I had nightmares about how much it was going to cost, worrying a bit over spending so much money less than a year before I'll be ready to buy a new car. Grand total? Less than four hundred dollars. I was doing the snoopy dance around the house and the cats thought I was nuts.

Now here's a good one. For anyone who's never heard of DarkHunters, go to www.dark-hunter.com and check it out. The cover for Alexion's story is up. Well, the UK edition anyhow. The quote on the cover to Val's book is something like, "move over, Anne Rice". Couldn't have said it better myself. I love Lestat and her vampire books, but I really hated the finale that came out last year. The one that tied the Witching Hour characters into the Lestat mythos. Gods, it was just awful. Very depressing. I know Anne Rice lost her husband and that of course would impact her writing. I'm not trying to belittle that. I would have rather she published a short memo saying simply "Lestat is gone, off in the universe somewhere. Close your eyes and dream, and you will find he's not so far away." Maybe I should finish the damned thing. I only ever got about half way through. Got so discouraged that I skipped ahead and read some of the end, found out that it wasn't going where I wanted it to. Why bother with that depressing garbage when I could reread Zarek or Kyrian or a stack of comics that literally falls over every time you add another one to it?




I've got cherry flavored sodas, left over ice cream and honey flavored wings for treats this afternoon. Shen and Carter have been in and out of my thoughts and I've got some writing to do. My car is ready and when I pick it up by Krogers, it's ten percent off day for groceries. OH, and there's a Ben Browder marathon on the SciFi channel which my newest love, Tivo, has helpfully pointed out. I don't have any fresh books to read which means I'll be inclined to actually write later, which always makes me happy. Oprah said a long time ago to think every day of five things you're grateful for. Don't worry, I'm not going to do THAT every day. But today I'm grateful for TiVo, John Crichton, Hank the mechanic at BP, treats, discounts, quiet writing time, and UK book publishers. That's closer to ten or something, but I don't think Oprah will mind.