Thank You, David Kemper and Rockne O. Bannon

Farscape never was, and never will be a show for all people. It is strange and kind of off-putting. It starts too slow, ends too fast, and gets all kind of messy in between. Its storyline is labyrinthine. Its aesthetic is bizarre (sometimes cheap, sometimes surreal, sometimes just 'what the frell were they thinking?' ) It can be gross (what's with the eye thing?) And has been known on many occasions to employ more than its fair share of adolescent, potty humor. And . . . it asks you to love puppets.

But to quote queenofattolia it was something completely singular, a creation unique to itself, full of wild creativity, intelligence, and love.

Thank you, David Kemper, Rockne O. Banon, Brian Hensen, etc, for sharing your magnificent imaginations with us.

Thank you for a universe of flawed heroes (male and female) given to blind spots, obsessions, misguided actions, humility, hubris, and incredible honor. Thank you for a galaxy of villains who can be redeemed. . .or not, but who were never pigeonholed. Thank you for sparing us tedious, self-promoting speeches about feminism and girl power (yes, Joss, I'm glaring in your direction) while giving us a plethora of strong women who fight toe to toe with, against, and often better than men. Thank you for ignoring the annoying "television wisdom" that ships must be sabotaged lest they be "like Moonlighting." Thank you for believing your audience is smart enough to follow your story (no matter how dizzyingly fast, surreal, and/or complex) and not talking down to us. Thank you for taking huge gambles and chances--sometimes they worked, sometimes they didn't, but it was thrilling watching you try. Thank you for loving your creations as much as we, the audience, love them. Thank you for every wonderful, terrible, painful, beautiful, embarrassing, heartrending, hilarious, romantic, exciting, perplexing moment of it. It was a hell of a ride. To quote nutmeg3

For me, this show has always been about romance, an incredible romance being played out against a huge backdrop and in a hugely (space-) operatic way. "Peacekeeper Wars" gave me my payoff [...]and it did it in ways I may never recover from. (tm Christine Lavin and "The Kind of Love You Never Recover From.")

I will miss the serene Zaahn, the inscrutable Crais, the nattering Noranti, the pampered Jool, the tormented Stark, and the delightfully weasle-ly Braka (Braka/Scorpy 4 eva!!!). But most of all, I will miss:

The beleaguered, patient, exasperated, and heroic Pilot.

The clever, domineering, bombastic Rygel (I love you, you wee green bastard)

The quicksilver, rebellious, facile, agile, and big-hearted Chi.

The brilliantly Machiavellian Scorpious in all his ruthless, unflinchingly determined and focused glory.

The volatile, funny, loyal, courageous, gentle, and devoted Ka D'Argo (Nowhere else in the universe, man. Nowhere else in the universe).

The quixotic, romantic, obsessive, tortured, desperate, overwrought, and at times quite mad John Crichton.

And, above all, the magnificent (I wanna be her when I grow up), brave, and impossibly strong, ever-radiant Aeryn Sun.

I hope we haven't seen the last of you. But if we have... I have closure... and it was grand.

Thank You, David Kemper and Rockne O. Bannon

Farscape never was, and never will be a show for all people. It is strange and kind of off-putting. It starts too slow, ends too fast, and gets all kind of messy in between. Its storyline is labyrinthine. Its aesthetic is bizarre (sometimes cheap, sometimes surreal, sometimes just 'what the frell were they thinking?' ) It can be gross (what's with the eye thing?) And has been known on many occasions to employ more than its fair share of adolescent, potty humor. And . . . it asks you to love puppets.

But to quote queenofattolia it was something completely singular, a creation unique to itself, full of wild creativity, intelligence, and love.

Thank you, David Kemper, Rockne O. Banon, Brian Hensen, etc, for sharing your magnificent imaginations with us.

Thank you for a universe of flawed heroes (male and female) given to blind spots, obsessions, misguided actions, humility, hubris, and incredible honor. Thank you for a galaxy of villains who can be redeemed. . .or not, but who were never pigeonholed. Thank you for sparing us tedious, self-promoting speeches about feminism and girl power (yes, Joss, I'm glaring in your direction) while giving us a plethora of strong women who fight toe to toe with, against, and often better than men. Thank you for ignoring the annoying "television wisdom" that ships must be sabotaged lest they be "like Moonlighting." Thank you for believing your audience is smart enough to follow your story (no matter how dizzyingly fast, surreal, and/or complex) and not talking down to us. Thank you for taking huge gambles and chances--sometimes they worked, sometimes they didn't, but it was thrilling watching you try. Thank you for loving your creations as much as we, the audience, love them. Thank you for every wonderful, terrible, painful, beautiful, embarrassing, heartrending, hilarious, romantic, exciting, perplexing moment of it. It was a hell of a ride. To quote nutmeg3

For me, this show has always been about romance, an incredible romance being played out against a huge backdrop and in a hugely (space-) operatic way. "Peacekeeper Wars" gave me my payoff [...]and it did it in ways I may never recover from. (tm Christine Lavin and "The Kind of Love You Never Recover From.")

I will miss the serene Zaahn, the inscrutable Crais, the nattering Noranti, the pampered Jool, the tormented Stark, and the delightfully weasle-ly Braka (Braka/Scorpy 4 eva!!!). But most of all, I will miss:

The beleaguered, patient, exasperated, and heroic Pilot.

The clever, domineering, bombastic Rygel (I love you, you wee green bastard)

The quicksilver, rebellious, facile, agile, and big-hearted Chi.

The brilliantly Machiavellian Scorpious in all his ruthless, unflinchingly determined and focused glory.

The volatile, funny, loyal, courageous, gentle, and devoted Ka D'Argo (Nowhere else in the universe, man. Nowhere else in the universe).

The quixotic, romantic, obsessive, tortured, desperate, overwrought, and at times quite mad John Crichton.

And, above all, the magnificent (I wanna be her when I grow up), brave, and impossibly strong, ever-radiant Aeryn Sun.

I hope we haven't seen the last of you. But if we have... I have closure... and it was grand.

Thank You, David Kemper and Rockne O. Bannon

Farscape never was, and never will be a show for all people. It is strange and kind of off-putting. It starts too slow, ends too fast, and gets all kind of messy in between. Its storyline is labyrinthine. Its aesthetic is bizarre (sometimes cheap, sometimes surreal, sometimes just 'what the frell were they thinking?' ) It can be gross (what's with the eye thing?) And has been known on many occasions to employ more than its fair share of adolescent, potty humor. And . . . it asks you to love puppets.

But to quote queenofattolia it was something completely singular, a creation unique to itself, full of wild creativity, intelligence, and love.

Thank you, David Kemper, Rockne O. Banon, Brian Hensen, etc, for sharing your magnificent imaginations with us.

Thank you for a universe of flawed heroes (male and female) given to blind spots, obsessions, misguided actions, humility, hubris, and incredible honor. Thank you for a galaxy of villains who can be redeemed. . .or not, but who were never pigeonholed. Thank you for sparing us tedious, self-promoting speeches about feminism and girl power (yes, Joss, I'm glaring in your direction) while giving us a plethora of strong women who fight toe to toe with, against, and often better than men. Thank you for ignoring the annoying "television wisdom" that ships must be sabotaged lest they be "like Moonlighting." Thank you for believing your audience is smart enough to follow your story (no matter how dizzyingly fast, surreal, and/or complex) and not talking down to us. Thank you for taking huge gambles and chances--sometimes they worked, sometimes they didn't, but it was thrilling watching you try. Thank you for loving your creations as much as we, the audience, love them. Thank you for every wonderful, terrible, painful, beautiful, embarrassing, heartrending, hilarious, romantic, exciting, perplexing moment of it. It was a hell of a ride. To quote nutmeg3

For me, this show has always been about romance, an incredible romance being played out against a huge backdrop and in a hugely (space-) operatic way. "Peacekeeper Wars" gave me my payoff [...]and it did it in ways I may never recover from. (tm Christine Lavin and "The Kind of Love You Never Recover From.")

I will miss the serene Zaahn, the inscrutable Crais, the nattering Noranti, the pampered Jool, the tormented Stark, and the delightfully weasle-ly Braka (Braka/Scorpy 4 eva!!!). But most of all, I will miss:

The beleaguered, patient, exasperated, and heroic Pilot.

The clever, domineering, bombastic Rygel (I love you, you wee green bastard)

The quicksilver, rebellious, facile, agile, and big-hearted Chi.

The brilliantly Machiavellian Scorpious in all his ruthless, unflinchingly determined and focused glory.

The volatile, funny, loyal, courageous, gentle, and devoted Ka D'Argo (Nowhere else in the universe, man. Nowhere else in the universe).

The quixotic, romantic, obsessive, tortured, desperate, overwrought, and at times quite mad John Crichton.

And, above all, the magnificent (I wanna be her when I grow up), brave, and impossibly strong, ever-radiant Aeryn Sun.

I hope we haven't seen the last of you. But if we have... I have closure... and it was grand.