"A toast...to absent friends...in memory still bright,"

If you haven't seen the Babylon 5 Episode "Sleeping in Light." You might wanna skip this section.

I just viewed the last episode of Babylon 5. The first time I saw it, I was in San Antonio, on a forced month long vacation. I was upset, missing my lover. And then theres that shot of Delenn. Alone in the bed. Looking over where Sheridan had slept the night before. Knowing that she will never see him again. I lost it. Completely lost it there. I cried till the end of the episode.

I watched it today. Several months after having the best thing to ever happen to me ripped away from me, and regretting it every day of my life. And I saw Delenn looking over to her partner's spot on the bed...then curling up around it. I've been there. I still think about her, expect her to be there in bed with me. And the tears flowed.

But the end. The end. Seeing Delenn sitting there, alone, watching the sunrise. And looking over to to the image of Sheridan being there...and then not. I lost it. Again. I'm still crying fifteen minutes later.

It's the long haul. And just when you think you're over the hump - you see the mountain ahead.

"A toast...to absent friends...in memory still bright,"

If you haven't seen the Babylon 5 Episode "Sleeping in Light." You might wanna skip this section.

I just viewed the last episode of Babylon 5. The first time I saw it, I was in San Antonio, on a forced month long vacation. I was upset, missing my lover. And then theres that shot of Delenn. Alone in the bed. Looking over where Sheridan had slept the night before. Knowing that she will never see him again. I lost it. Completely lost it there. I cried till the end of the episode.

I watched it today. Several months after having the best thing to ever happen to me ripped away from me, and regretting it every day of my life. And I saw Delenn looking over to her partner's spot on the bed...then curling up around it. I've been there. I still think about her, expect her to be there in bed with me. And the tears flowed.

But the end. The end. Seeing Delenn sitting there, alone, watching the sunrise. And looking over to to the image of Sheridan being there...and then not. I lost it. Again. I'm still crying fifteen minutes later.

It's the long haul. And just when you think you're over the hump - you see the mountain ahead.

One longs for the touch of outrage offered by the carcasses of slaughtered animals.

What a roller coaster.

The sadness from the show ended pretty quickly, and I ran off for some groceries. FINALLY got the all important salt, milk, cereal and even some chicken. Enough groceries for a few days, and all for $15.

Some more stuff has come in on The Secret Writing Project of Doom. This time a little critical, which is a good thing. I need to break up the story a little, something I forgot completely to do.

But the thing that got me today. And I mean really bouncy, was finding some old Ranma MP3s. WOW - the memories. I'm prolly coming across as Supreme Geek of All Time, constantly mentioning Doctor Who and Anime, but dammit, it's fun. And Ranma was one of the last I saw. It's nice to have some of the music from the series on my hard drive now.

Foreign music is always so much cooler than what we have here. Alison really turned me on to Australian music, although I never was able to get to 4ZZZ. I did listen to 4JJJ, which I really got into. Japanese music rocks, too...I remember listening to Shonen Knife before they showed up in America. I like. I like a lot. I'm waiting for the current phase of Pretty Boy music to fade away (it always does...remember New Kids? Vanilla Ice?) before I really get back into domestic music again.

Until then I have the Japanese Yodeling Song. :)

Quote of the day:

If the Flash really ran at the speed of light, you'd find his body about 200 miles away from where the wind sheared his skin off, and he'd have a beachball-sized hole in his chest from where he hit a grasshopper at a zillion billion miles an hour.

One longs for the touch of outrage offered by the carcasses of slaughtered animals.

What a roller coaster.

The sadness from the show ended pretty quickly, and I ran off for some groceries. FINALLY got the all important salt, milk, cereal and even some chicken. Enough groceries for a few days, and all for $15.

Some more stuff has come in on The Secret Writing Project of Doom. This time a little critical, which is a good thing. I need to break up the story a little, something I forgot completely to do.

But the thing that got me today. And I mean really bouncy, was finding some old Ranma MP3s. WOW - the memories. I'm prolly coming across as Supreme Geek of All Time, constantly mentioning Doctor Who and Anime, but dammit, it's fun. And Ranma was one of the last I saw. It's nice to have some of the music from the series on my hard drive now.

Foreign music is always so much cooler than what we have here. Alison really turned me on to Australian music, although I never was able to get to 4ZZZ. I did listen to 4JJJ, which I really got into. Japanese music rocks, too...I remember listening to Shonen Knife before they showed up in America. I like. I like a lot. I'm waiting for the current phase of Pretty Boy music to fade away (it always does...remember New Kids? Vanilla Ice?) before I really get back into domestic music again.

Until then I have the Japanese Yodeling Song. :)

Quote of the day:

If the Flash really ran at the speed of light, you'd find his body about 200 miles away from where the wind sheared his skin off, and he'd have a beachball-sized hole in his chest from where he hit a grasshopper at a zillion billion miles an hour.