Showing posts with label BSG. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BSG. Show all posts

Three Pointless Confessions

Finally, some understanding of why people claim to like Fall.

Sometimes a quick road trip is just the thing.

There's still no sense to the people who like Winter (I guess Goths have to have a season to enjoy, too), but it's nice to finally have some grasp of the mentality of the elusive Fall lovers.

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Long weekend - zero productivity + big car repair = Ah, well!

The only plus side to this is that for the first time in something approaching five years, I was able to afford a big car repair without having to wait for months and give up things like friends and name brand canned goods. We'll call it progress.

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Honestly, watching "Heroes" is like sending myself to nerd-conversion camp. Every week, it's like a beating that I've earned for liking comic books. It physically hurts me. And yet, I can't seem to stop watching. I think this may be the equivalent of wearing a hair shirt or self-flagellation. It's like a super-hero train wreck, attempting to set back every moment of mainstream acceptance of anything comic bookish.

And since I'm still stinging over the last 10 minutes of BSG's finale and am feeling a little underwhelmed by "Dollhouse" in Season 2. I need some nerd-hope to latch on to.

Are You Frakkin' Kidding Me?

Maybe I'm about to spoil the BSG finale, though I'm going to tap dance around as much as I can. If you can't stand the possibility of spoilers, please stop reading.

[I'm serious: if spoilers irritate you, stop reading]

[I'm not kidding...]

[This means you, fangirls and boys...]

[This is your last warning...]

[New command: Rant]

Angels? Really? 'Cause I thought the Deus ex Machina taken quite that literally went out of style a few centuries ago.

Even though a lot of the last BSG episode was satisfying - that they didn't feel the need to do happy endings for everyone, for example, or the reappearance of the old Cylons, the sweet use of the old show's theme, some good sci-fi blow up and even a little fight twist, there was a lot that left me irritated. Angels, for one. Or at least one Viper flying angel. And most of the 11 minutes past the hour.

Ugh. I feel like I was prostelitized to. I feel a little dirty. And that's not helping me cope with the plunge I'm taking in my March Madness pool.

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Aigh.