Three Frelling Days, People!!!

Three days until the Farscape comic debuts!

What totally kicks ass is that it will pick up, supposedly, right after the Peacekeeper Wars and will be like a "Season Five."

If you've been living in a cave, you may not be aware that Farscape is the best science fiction show EVAR and was abruptly canceled after its fourth season.  Fans put up such a fuss demanding more Farscape that they put together a miniseries on the Sci Fi Channel to give the show a sense of closure, and it was done very well.

More recently, however, they've put together this comic book series, and I'm really frelling excited about it!  Only three more days, people!  THREE MORE DAYS!!!

The comics will cover storylines in arcs of four issues and will pick up right where things left off, which is great, because I HATE ENDINGS.  In the real world, nothing really ends.  It just starts a new chapter.

So... HERE'S TO A NEW CHAPTER!

People and Places and Photos

Today I had lunch with my brother (the straight one) and my sister and her husband.  My aunt and my step mother were also there.

I like my step mother a lot, but we have such a different history with my father than she did.  Even my aunt doesn't share all of the same stories and memories as we do.  While I like being with them all, I wish my other brother had been there, and I wish it were just the four of us "kids," and maybe our partners.

Mostly we talked about what's going on in our lives now.  Craig's new job, what it's like living in Imperial, Greg's latest theatre enterprise.

It wasn't what I expected, but then is anything, really?

After lunch, we went to Dad's grave site.  On one side it has my mother's markings, and on the other my Dad's.  While it's good to have them both close to each other, it can't be easy for my step mother, who goes there quite often.

I probably won't go to my Dad's grave for quite some time.  I don't like graves.  Not because of issues dealing  with loss, or because of creepy ghost stories.  Mostly because I think they're a waste of space.  I don't need a plot of land to remember my mother and father.  I have my pictures, and I have my memories.

This is a picture of the house I grew up in.  I don't need that either, really.

What I need are my family and my friends.  (Is there really a difference between the two?  The older I get, the less I think so.)

So call me.  We'll do lunch.

And we'll take a picture.  I want to remember you, as you are today.  No excuses about your hair or your weight or the stain on your t-shirt.

Just let me take a picture.  I want to remember  you.

The Way We Were

Just thinking about who we are, who we were, and where we came from.

I found some old pictures, and decided to put the scanner we inherited to good use. Included were some pictures of my family before my brothers were born, some shots of all of my cousins and my sister and I one Christmas, and a couple of shots of my best friend from childhood.

I've bee thinking a lot about things from back then lately.  Ever since my father died, actually.  We had it pretty good, for the most part.  We had a good, emotionally healthy family, and good supportive neighbors and friends.  We didn't have that much money - less and less as time went on, actually, but we didn't know that at the time.  Not really, at least.

This is a picture of me and Christina, my best friend growing up.  We were inseparable as kids.  I have a long history of intense friendships, you see.

Oh, and as a kid, I loved that shirt.  I guess I never did have much taste.  I was so upset when it didn't fit anymore.  One day it just vanished.  I'm sure my mom had something to do with it, of course.

I was horrible to my father from about the time I hit puberty through about my early twenties.  That poor man couldn't even breathe right as far as I was concerned at that age.  It was less about him than it was about me.  I had a lot of things to work out back then.  Hell, who am I kidding?  I have a lot to work out even now. 

I was a pretty cute kid, though.

I'm A Dork...

Have I mentioned that I'm a dork?

Probably not, since this is the first time I've posted here...  You have to start somewhere, though, right?

I've had a LiveJournal for years, but they're getting silly with ads and paid accounts and random Russian people subscribing to things.  It's not what it used to be.  The advantage of LJ used to be that there was a social component that wasn't available in many other blogging software and sites.  With networking sites like Myspace and Facebook taking the place of such things, LJ has kinda' lost its edge.  Icons?  Please... I can upload small pics to Picasaweb and use them just the same way, and THOSE are unlimited.  So I've decided to try this for a while.

And for my first post, I've decided to show you the laptop bag I made out of duct tape.  It's dorky as all hell, but I'm quite proud of it!  It started as a blue Shop N Save bag or two, which I used for basic shape.  I saw some instructions that said to use shapes cut out of cardboard, but I didn't want anything that firm.  I wanted it to move, more like fabric, and this bag does just that.

Now that I've gotten a first version of it done, though, I may decide to do another one, a bit more tailored to my laptop.  I'm thinking camouflage with black accents... kuz I'm butch that way.