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March 21, 2003
An hour of magic that allows for complete fulfillment, then snatches it away in the final seconds. How can this be?? The Hero and his Love, zapped into rubble by a three-eyed monster? How could they do this to us, the faithful followers??

Farewell, Farscape. No more drooling over the sight of Ben Browder in black leather pants on a Friday night. No more of John Crichton's foolish rescue plans. No more wicked cackling at the pop culture references that whiz by so fast you can hardly catch them. No more, no more.

I need to get out more, obviously.