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        Monday, May 19, 2003

        The website (and blogger and phorum) came back online sometime after midnight last night (or this morning, whichever). Sorry about the downtime.

        Last night I finally started watching Season One of Six Feet Under on DVD. I've been putting off trying this show off for ages, because, I confess, I have an absolute loathing for funeral parlours, morticians, and all associated undertakings (ha hah). Few things ellicit from me such an instant and complete revulsion as embalming. Likewise, our culture's extreme santizing of death, as well as our encouragement of the obscene profiteering from grief, makes me long for simple pine boxes and good old-fashioned rot. I'm not too keen on cremation, either, for that matter. Anyway, despite my prejudices, the show rocks. I feared that the gimmickery of the concept would grow tired after one episode, but the cast (with the possible exception of the overly pretty Peter Krause; Would someone please wax this man's chest?) is superb and the writing quite marvelous. With Farscape having begun its extended hiatus and Buffy about to end, I was looking for something worthwhile on television and now I've found it. I still hate funeral parlours, though. And it's frustrating, when you find television this good, because it only serves as proof that the remaining 99.99% has no excuse for being such unwatchable drivel.

        Speaking of dead and dying things, the birthday looms near. May 26th. Ugh. I have announced that this will be my last birthday. From here on, the day passes unmarked. I shall break the fingers of anyone who dares to mention it next year. I will use a hammer.

        As for the temporal collapse, I'm considering prolonged sensory deprivation.

        I should mention that Farscape scored another Saturn Award last night, for Best Syndicated/Cable Series, beating Sci-Fi's favoured Stargate SG-1 and UPN's Dead Zone. I am so amazed. No, really. Would I gloat?

        Finally, because everyone (even birthday-loving freaks) deserves to laugh so hard they choke on their own saliva, I will leave you with this. You're very welcome.


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