Confessions of a Serial Lurker
Nov. 2nd, 2003 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bimoLooking 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 theatre.
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.
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 theatre.
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.
