OF FARSCAPE FANS
sociological study of people who watch WAY too much TV.
is a rough guide to the types of fans the immensely popular show
'Farscape' attracts. While some people may find this list
illogical and useless, others, including cast members aimlessly
searching websites, seeing what they have inflicted on helpless
peoples lives, may see as an asset to the Farscape fan society,
The fair-weather fan: This type has a slight interest in the program, and
watches bits and pieces of episodes. This fan has practically no
knowledge of the program's complexity, and doesn't remember names
and events that have a large influence on the plot.
The loyal fan: This fan watches as many episodes as they are able,
and read the transcripts for the ones they miss. They write fan
fiction to pass the time between episodes, and visit solely Farscape-themed
websites. Some have websites of their own, but not all.
The devoted fan: This sort is very attached to the program, while not
obsessive. They write wonderfully complex fan fics, have fantastic
websites, and more often then not a rather cynical sense of humor.
Their large collections of data on the characters, places, and the
actors themselves are accurate, but not disturbingly accurate and
detailed. This is the more common type of fan.
The obsessed fan: This sort is, scientifically speaking, REALLY WEIRD!
They have long records of the actors lives and careers, never, EVER
miss a single thing that is evenly remotely related to Farscape,
and never miss an episode. Never. They watch the same episode twice,
trying to get every last bit of dialogue and action. And not for
The fan everyone tries to avoid:
This is the fan that has at least a dozen restraining orders issued
directly from David Kemper and Rockne S. O'Bannon to stay away from
the actors, set, and the country of Australia as a whole. Enough
hope you enjoyed this little guide to the world of Farscape fans.
I hope you found it informative, and amusing, and not as a way for
the author to completely waste her time. Even though that's what
it is. Now, if you excuse me, I have to find a way to sneak out
of the Australian airport so I get Ben Browder's autograph, all
without the security guards he hired recognizing me.