So I finally got around to finishing up Battlestar Galactica. About two years ago, I said that if my sci-fi show got hijacked by gods, and turned into prophecy-driven fantasy, I would be most put out.

( I'm put out. )

By the end of yesterday, I'd already done more at this Dragoncon than I managed to take in all weekend last year. I want to go into detail, but it's the middle of the night, and I need to be up at the crack of dawn to feed Z, so I'll give you the basic summary:

Friday - Pirates, Marsters, Star Wars, BSG, Bob Asprin, Laurell Hamilton, BuffyZ and I ( Read more... )

We have gotten ahead of our 2-a-month rental contract with Netflixx, which puts us squarely in limbo when it comes to waiting for the next BSG disk. We can't get the next one til August 14th! Woe! Lamentation!

So the new Battlestar Galactica (not so new anymore, but we're late adopters) is great stuff. It grabs you by the cojones and doesn't let go. If you don't have cojones, it grows you some, then grabs 'em, then doesn't let go. I love Starbuck and her expressive eyebrows. I love Sharon and her inner turmoil. I love Commander Adama and his Aral ( Read more... )

Our flight home was delayed due to "something not installed correctly on one of the port-side engines." Thank you, Captain TMI. I did not need to know that. (Actually, his name was Captain Quickly, appropriate since we made it into ATL almost on time despite the long delay ( Read more... )