Spudguns!, it's been a weird few days. Things I've let slide to the back burner for the last few years, even somethings I've forgotten completely about, have suddenly popped up. Like my use of the word Freal.
You know I'm a big fan of Farscape, right and I used to swear constantly; most of which on bloggies I tried my best to use sci-fi speak to replace it. I sometimes put a little accent between the e and the a (Fre'al or Frea'l) and I even admitted I knew it was spelled Frell but didn't like the actual spelling.
Well, I was just talking with one of the neighbours here in my building, and they kept going on about some ice cream place called F'Real. Like as in For Real Ice Cream. Huh. Interesting. The whole time they were talking I couldn't stop thinking about Farscape and black trenchcoats, and the character of Rygel.
Then I realized, I haven't watched an episode in about 8 years. Roughly. I had about a decade of my life where I lived and died by that show. Sad to think it hasn't crossed my mind in nearly a decade. Yeah, it's 21 years old as of the time of this post. Damn it Janet! middle age sucks.
The boxed set has a layer of dust on it so thick it would make you weep...well sneeze at lest.
I think a marathon of the show is in order. That and a really big sundae.
Till later, Creeping Screams!