Friday, September 20, 2002
Back to Farscape first, then back to Low Red Moon again. So, if you're tired of hearing me go on about the show, simply skip this paragraph. If you were around for the chat on #Farscape last night, if you heard what David Kemper and Ricky Manning had to say, then you know the news wasn't good. But you also know that there's hope. That we have to make such a noise over Farscape in the next three months that when January and episode #412 roll around, people who've never watched an episode will tune in just to see what the fuss is all about. We have to find a way to get that 2.0 rating (and we've gotten 1.8 lots of times, so it shouldn't be that hard). You know that what's happened has happened because the Nielsen system is antiquated and inaccurate and that we have to find a way around it. Most importantly, you know that the people who brought us Farscape are still willing to finish the story they started, if they're only allowed a chance to do it. If you've heard rumors that David Kemper blamed the fans, that's bullshit and you should read the chat transcripts immediately (there's a link from Nebari.Net). Now's the time to get your friends hooked on the show. Loan them the tapes or DVDs. More than anything, we need new fans and that part should be easy. I have to step back from the campaign a little, because things aren't getting done here that should be getting done, because I have this inconvenient life. But I've made it clear to the campaign that I am available to be used as best I can. And I'll keep Nebari.Net up, and keep the updates coming, and I'm already concocting my own little guerilla campaign. It's not over. There are months to go. I know I'll be talking Farscape up at the World Fantasy Convention, and any other chance that I get. But, for now, that's my say on the subject. Keep watching the skies.
As for Low Red Moon, still no word from Penguin. I half expect something today. I've said that if I get the news I want (or a reasonable facsimile thereof), I'm going to Atlanta, getting a hotel room and a bottle of Cuervo Gold, and not coming up for air until sometime on Sunday. Meanwhile, I'm going to try to think about the Potter story. Waiting and writing make poor bedfellows. And, to top it off, we're apartment hunting long distance, trying to find a suitable place in Providence, and that's another distraction.
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