Dear me, dear dear me. I'm in love. With another canceled show.

One of the three shows Mark constantly talks about is Farscape, a show I have never had the slightest interest in, although when he recites scenes for me, they always sound pretty good.

Well, I understood that there was a Farscape mini-series coming up, and offered to tape it for Mark, the man who has no television. Well, he has a TV, but no cable or reception or anything, he just uses it to watch DVDs on. In fact, he doesn't even have a VCR, but at least he'd have the tape to watch sometime.

When I was looking for it on my TiVo, I noticed that episodes of the series were playing, so I looked, and actually every episode of the series was playing! I had missed a couple of seasons already, but I thought I'd give it a shot.

Well, I started watching, partway through Season 3, and just absolutely fell in love. What a great show! Very like Firefly in tone, and in the basic set-up--a bunch of fugitives on the run from a big government army in a ship that is a character, too (though in Farscape, the ship is actually alive). There's a lot more hot sex on it than in Firefly, though, and that's a good thing.

At first, I had no idea what was going on in the broad picture, though I understood what was happening in the individual episodes. I couldn't figure out, for instance, why Aeryn's father was a ship. Then they mentioned that she had named the ship after her father. Which makes much more sense, because there's a living ship, and then there's a procreating ship, which is something much different!

My favourite character is the guy with half a face, but I love the big furry guy as well. I had no idea that there were that many Australians on the other side of the galaxy! You know that old joke, Australians are famed for tramping all over the world after college, and if you go to the deepest darkest jungle where nary an outsider has been seen before, you're sure to find an Australian student.

Apparently, it's just as true on the other side of the galaxy!

So I went in to see about that job and...I got it!

When I called Mark when I got out, he said "Of course you got it, I told you you would!" and of course I did know that I would get it, but walking out knowing that I had an actual job where I would get paid every week and be able to pay my rent and my bills and everything was such a load off my shoulders that I felt like I was going to float away.

I went in and as soon as I talked to the woman who had told me about it, she was saying "You'll be doing this," and "This is where you'll be," and so on, it was pretty clear that I would have to shoot someone in the eye in order to lose this job.

It's a great place, a building with three theatres, it feels like a British theatre, like a much smaller version of the National or something. A glass wall, lots of light, a lovely place to be. I'll have a little podium, like a security guard, and I'll sign people in and out of the building and keep track of who is who and so on.

The best bit is that I won't have to come in if there is a matinee on a Wednesday, which isn't always, but that does mean random mid-week days off, which is a very sweet thing. The other best bit is that the woman (I must come up with a name for her, it's too distinctive to use for real), the Big Boss said, "There'll be plenty of down time, be sure to bring a book!"

Being paid to read for six hours a day? In the sunlight? This may be the perfect job.

Because I now have this guaranteed income, I borrowed the rest of my rent from Mom, since I know I can pay it back right away, and also went to the supermarket and bought a pile of groceries courtesy of Mom as well.

When I'm happy, I eat to celebrate (which I did do, having dinner at McDonald's for the first time in a week), but I also bought fat-free pudding and trail mix bars and skim milk and other things like that. I celebrated by buying diet food!

When I got home, I handed the big wad of bills to Cynthia, who was very pleased. Katie was there, too, and when I was telling Cynthia something or other story about Mark, she said:

KATIE
Who's Mark?

ME
Someone in the show.

KATIE
One of the hot ones?

ME & CYNTHIA
Yes.

KATIE
The one with the glasses or the one with the muscles?

ME & CYNTHIA
The one with the glasses.

KATIE
Ooh, I'm going to make sure I talk to him when I see the show!

ME
O no you're not, you're keeping away from him!

If she goes anywhere near him, heads will roll. And possibly not just Katie's. Is there anything more white trash than competing for a man with my 16 year old goddaughter? Maybe if she were my daughter, that would be a little trashier. Or if she were my daughter and he was 16, too. Yep, that's the trashiest scenario.

Caught up with Wil, Scalzi, and Otto.

Today's horoscope:
Better get home as early as possible and straighten up -- if your place isn't already perfect, that is. The heavens have cooked up an arrangement that's primed to bring you even closer to your loved ones. Company's coming.

One year ago today:
Telling him to look at her as if she were his property. He wants her, so he takes her, and if he smiles as he keeps doing, it seems more like a partnership rather than an ownership.

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