it is time to pack away ....in the attic of my heart and mind, the sci-fi I've loved and love until it again becomes the fashion.
I wish all of you a good life.
The Compass Rose seems to beckon to me and from it I take my new directions and new name and with it new freedom.
So long my friends and all others.
Mandara k __________________________
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it's me; it's my life, it's my personal POV. When all i ask for is a glimmer of brightness and hope I get gray and clouds....if what i ask of my ridiculous belief that the art of sci-fi should have some hope at some point because it speaks to the future and how can we live in the now without hope and fantasies of the future... I get what we have.... gray BSG, gray Sci-Fi channel. Depressing crap; arguing fans constantly at each other or power plays.
I miss Gene Roddenberry; he may be a old chauvie pig with his portrayal of women but he did provide some hope; that we are more than this room-full of oversexed yet abandoned group of children fighting over a few electronic toys.
It hurts too much, you see... to see potential stepped over and stepped upon to get to $ signs; to reward writing harbingers of current and thus
our future darkness knowing full well they screw us over 400 ways past Sunday to further their own egos.
No one cares, no one will look beyond the cold hardness of their veneered heart; they won't do the work so my cry in the night has turn to keening, and now is silent sighing and few tears and soon, I too will be silent.
My future, your future is dying now.