I picked up watching it again. Was on a crazy roll working my way through the box set in June, but then kind of overdosed, I guess. Started itching for it again lately, took it up again tonight and am just in awe again.
You know, all the beefs I have with SGA? Farscape sails through them with flying ease. The ironic thing is that even though only one character in the whole show is human, every character has more human consistency than all but the ones suffering from grave neglect in SGA (and here I, of course, mostly mean Elizabeth). Storylines are carried through, emotions are raw, shit happens (I believe that was one of the arguments for killing off characters in SGA -- that in real life, shit happens) and when those guys mourn, they do so with blind helpless rage. And besides everything, it's such an exhilarating imaginative hallucinogenic trip...
Chrichton is crazy and tender and weak and strong and smart and Ben Browder has it down to a nuance -- everything from the emotional to the mental fragility of man. He's so troubled and torn himself, but his love for Aeryn takes your breath away, every time. Damn you, SG1 for completely underusing him. And Aeryn is all sharp edges and soft interior and a child and a woman and a lover and a soldier all at once and it makes sense, it's human. I never could make out whether Vala was a tough bitch or an airheaded flake and I suspect that was mostly because the writers themselves couldn't make up their minds. But Claudia Black just vibrates with this barely controlled energy if you give her the chance...
So I wondered, for a second, why it is that I am not writing Farscape fic and immediately came to the conclusion that I simply lack the impetus -- I have no idea how I could do it deeper or better or different than they had...