Haters to the Left Airlock

I want to start off with a little explanation about myself. See, I have this love / hate relationship with critics. On the one hand, I completely understand why they are necessary, both for audiences and showrunners alike. However, I also think criticism is a huge problem. I don't mean literary criticism when I say " ( Read more... )

I'm too mindfrakked by Battlestar to write anything, so here's your fourteenth (and last) clue:

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You now have twenty-four hours. Go.

Today is Friday. I love Friday. Today is Friday the 13th. I love those. Also, today is Battlestar Day. I LOVE those. You know what else? Today is Welcome Back to TV, Joss Whedon, Day. And guess what? I LOVE THOSE. Everybody watch Dollhouse.

Here is your thirteenth clue:

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It's like that cute, nerdy Christian Asian girl in Juno said, "All babies want to get borned! All babies want to get borned!" While I know that like, none of you, have seen Farscape*, it is practically mandatory that you watch this video in order to understand** this crazy game of mine. If you don't want to watch it, just remember, when the time ( Read more... )

I have had Kenneth Branagh's Hamlet on in the background for about three hours. It is so very long, much like this countdown, or countup, as some of you have taken to calling it. Also, I had a most excellent breakfast burrito this morning at the B-Line on 4th Avenue. Horridly small space and kind of expensive, but YUM. Seriously, guys: homemade ( Read more... )

He Ain't Got a Leg to Stand On

I would like to start this entry by relating an anecdote for you. It's about bean dip. So. Half the fun of Frak Parties, besides the other half of watching Battlestar Galactica with a bunch of other freaks, is the food. Emily and I have taken great pride in feeding our guest various delectables: homemade pie (with ( Read more... )

For those of you who actually care (you are the better people), my Battlestar Blog will be up tomorrow afternoon sometime, as I've spent all day today herding liquefied snot from my sinuses into the sink (also I finished How I Met Your Mother Season Three -- must decide whether to catch up on Season Four illegally or to just wait for the DVDs). ( Read more... )

I am in a TV coma, so you're lucky I'm even posting this. Four straight hours of awesomeness is what I just experienced, but my butt is asleep and I ate too many chocolate covered pretzels. And now, instead of going to sleep with the remnants of Bones, The Office, 30 Rock, Grey's Anatomy, and Private Practice* floating around up in there, I have to ( Read more... )

Before I get to your next clue, I would officially like to register the first complaint of spring against, well, spring. If I were to say something to spring right now, it would be this: "Dear Spring, you're pretty and all, and your breezes make me want to take a nap in a hammock, but if you give me a sinus infection I will kick you where it hurts ( Read more... )

When I said before that it could only go up from here, I was DEAD WRONG

If at all possible when watching this show, try to get together as large of a group as possible. This show isn't meant for the loner home alone on a Friday night; it's meant for groups of people to cheer, cry, scream, and laugh at. It's the ultimate group experience. Not only do ( Read more... )