Lords of Kobol.
Television Night last night! Beers in the belly were both Flying Dog; Flying Dog Raging Bitch Belgian-Style IPA & Flying Dog Snake Dog IPA. Of the two, Raging Bitch is the better, but both are pretty great IPAs...Raging Bitch is just an IPA that Jenny can enjoy, which I think speaks volumes. Not that dear sweet precious Jenny was here for Television Night; she had a work event to be the queen of, so it was us without her. I picked up some decent cheap Chinese food & then before you know it, fordmadoxfraud was here, with fatbutts in tow! David had said he would get here early, & I told Lilly to come early to match him, & they ended up synchronized. Nice! The three of us argued about the internet for a while, till James arrived. We patiently waited for him to finish his food, or enough of it to capture his attention, & then you know what that means! Battlestar Galactica! Oh man, now the show is in full swing; I think the jump from mini-series to television episodes really benefited the show. We start with "33," which for my money is the best of the show's episodes just for how perfectly it encapsulates the premise of the early seasons. You've got Head Six & Baltar in top form, you've got the cylons using psychological torture, you've got the life & death choices with the Olympic carrier, space battles, interpersonal relationships, cylon infiltrator suspicions & dramatic irony...yep, that is what Battlestar Galactica is about. "Water," the next episode, continues it, but brings the arc down to a personal level, focusing on Boomer's struggle with herself & Chief's love for her. Like I said to the people watching it last night: if you think I wouldn't help cover up for Jenny if she was a cylon, you're kidding yourself. Cylon Jenny is fine with me. Speaking of, Jenny came home & I thought she'd want to hang out, but she didn't at all! I predicted her behavior incorrectly, so I had to kick everyone out. Bye! See you later! You don't have to go home but you can't stay here!