Looking at the numerous great entries that others have written over the last couple of weeks makes me feel somewhat guilty. I know, I haven't exactly been the world's most communicative LJ-er lately; and also not exactly the world's most communicative e-mail correspondent, either, I fear, since I still owe selenak
a rather longish reply containing various Farscape
musings and also loads of positive feedback on one of her latest works ( a clear case of "read it, loved it"; once I started, I was completely unable to put it aside).
Right now, the list of topics that I let roll past me without actually jumping on the train is probably longer than my Dad's weekly shopping list, so I'll better just give you the highlights:
Hopping back and forth between channels one night, I discovered the dirty secrets of Grand Guignol
On the brighter side of the moon, there is the heart-warming, family-orientated fairy tale about the atheist girl who went out searching for a TV show she could hate with a passion, but ended up finding a TV show that she actually enjoyed so much that she will probably continue to watch it on a regular basis. (Nope, I haven't lost my mind. Apparently, even the folks at Television Without Pity
love Joan of Arcadia.
Besides its obivous "God issues", it is a pretty solid drama show. Nice writing that is at times even witty. Likeable characters, a refreshing lack of priggishness.)
Last Friday bore a lot of potential for a nice socio-cultural entry about my friendly, conservative neighbourhood newspaper's (the Rheinische Post
) desperate attempts to deal with the increasing popularity of Halloween, but right when I was about to start, my ageing Cocker Spaniel suffered another one of his "dead-as-a-doormat" attacks. A close call this time, as the attacks appear to get worse. I'm so glad the little grey fellow made it through the day alive and is doing much better now.