"...the Show is Over, Say Good Bye..."
So, that' it. The show that caused me to open this livejournal is over. There will never be another new episode of BSG. I haven't even watched and, gods bless ya, you guys are making me mournful!
No more food shortages or random ECOs. No more wondering what the frak they did with Boxy or trying figure out who does all their laundry and where the new clothes come from. (Don't judge me, I wonder strange things, ok?) No more gimbals. No more hybrid babies with hexagonal blood. No more Cylons.
I'll catch up with you guys soon enough, and find out who the final five were (don't tell me!) someday. For now, I just wanted to say that it's been a lot of fun and I'm glad to have met you all thanks to some wacky guy in loafers reimagining his Cylon dreams. Farewell to getting your gun, bringing in the cat and hearing nothing but the rain.
Here's to rollin' a hard six one last time, so say we all.
No more food shortages or random ECOs. No more wondering what the frak they did with Boxy or trying figure out who does all their laundry and where the new clothes come from. (Don't judge me, I wonder strange things, ok?) No more gimbals. No more hybrid babies with hexagonal blood. No more Cylons.
I'll catch up with you guys soon enough, and find out who the final five were (don't tell me!) someday. For now, I just wanted to say that it's been a lot of fun and I'm glad to have met you all thanks to some wacky guy in loafers reimagining his Cylon dreams. Farewell to getting your gun, bringing in the cat and hearing nothing but the rain.
Here's to rollin' a hard six one last time, so say we all.