Hi, honey. Guess what I did at work today?
I wore a bomb. A nuclear bomb in a field of flowers.

Today marks the end of my latest stint of nostalgic sci-fi viewing as I finish off The Peacekeeper Wars, the capstone films to the series Farscape — which is, I might add, one of the best sci-fi television shows ever to grace the air waves. Forget Vala, Claudia Black’s performance as Aeryn Sun is far more powerful, making you laugh at the most tragic of times and grieve at the most joyous.

Now it is over. I have finished the last episode, the credits have rolled, and there is nothing left but my memory. This is the part I hate the most about watching shows that I love. I become so attached to the characters and to the story, that I have a hard time accepting when it is well and truly over. I sit here with no music playing — a rare occurrence indeed — and no desire to clean dishes, play video games, go to sleep, or read a book. I sit and reminisce on the characters of Farscape and the lives they lived within the show. The companions they loved, and the friends they lost — their fates twisted into something unimaginable.

I know it is just a television show, but that is the true power of story telling — to so completely capture someone’s imagination that you alter the very way they live in their world. Like every other time this happens, I will likely spend the rest of my evening in a silent stupor, accomplishing nothing of import.

And here is the really sad thing. In the morning, it will be as if none of this happened at all.