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So it's nearly 2am in the morning, and I sit here trying to make myself get up and go to bed. What's stopping me? Well, I started something that I didn't realize would affect me as much as it did - but it did, and now every fiber in my being is trying to stop me from continuing - at least for now.
Without having ever watched the show, I bought Season 1 of Battlestar Galactica and started watching it.
Oh my. Oh my indeed.
First of all, the DVD isn't very nice. You put in disc one and there is simply a "play" option. I'm trying to figure out where the episodes are, but I figure I can find a good stopping point if I want to.
No, not really.
They put the entire.. umm.. honestly, it may have been a four-hour first episode for all I could tell. It felt like frickin' Fellowship of the Ring Extended, and knowing that not only do I have five DVDs left to watch, but then I'll be going to Best Buy to pick up Season 2 of this crack is both agony and ecstacy. (That may seem a bit over the top, but I know the other addicts fully understand.)
I would like to apologize to those of you I pretty much ignored when it came to raving about the show. They include people here on LJ, people at work, people at church, and.. well, I don't know anyone else right now. Ok, my family, but they don't watch it. (My brother will soon, I'm sure, after I endorse it.)
Oh, and I'd like to thank Joss Whedon, as it was HIS endorsement (not directly to me, I've never met him) through talking on a forum that finally sold me on it. If the creator of pretty much two of my favorite shows of all time (Buffy and Firefly.. hmm, does he have a double-F thing going?) endorses a show as heavily as he did (he literally pronounced that he was going to gush, and then proceeded to gush about the show, and he had only made it past DVD 3 of season one at that point) then that's good enough for me.
Hmm.. now I want to meet Joss Whedon. I don't know why I didn't before, honestly. I'm sure, once I'm rich and retired, he'd be interested in working on some pilots with me. (Granted, I've got a much better chance at this point to get something to J. J. Abrams, but we could put a dream team together. Of course, if I'M on the team, it's only my dream - for now.)
It's 2am. I have church in the morning, and God don't want no crankiness down in His house. Bedtime, I'm out.
Without having ever watched the show, I bought Season 1 of Battlestar Galactica and started watching it.
Oh my. Oh my indeed.
First of all, the DVD isn't very nice. You put in disc one and there is simply a "play" option. I'm trying to figure out where the episodes are, but I figure I can find a good stopping point if I want to.
No, not really.
They put the entire.. umm.. honestly, it may have been a four-hour first episode for all I could tell. It felt like frickin' Fellowship of the Ring Extended, and knowing that not only do I have five DVDs left to watch, but then I'll be going to Best Buy to pick up Season 2 of this crack is both agony and ecstacy. (That may seem a bit over the top, but I know the other addicts fully understand.)
I would like to apologize to those of you I pretty much ignored when it came to raving about the show. They include people here on LJ, people at work, people at church, and.. well, I don't know anyone else right now. Ok, my family, but they don't watch it. (My brother will soon, I'm sure, after I endorse it.)
Oh, and I'd like to thank Joss Whedon, as it was HIS endorsement (not directly to me, I've never met him) through talking on a forum that finally sold me on it. If the creator of pretty much two of my favorite shows of all time (Buffy and Firefly.. hmm, does he have a double-F thing going?) endorses a show as heavily as he did (he literally pronounced that he was going to gush, and then proceeded to gush about the show, and he had only made it past DVD 3 of season one at that point) then that's good enough for me.
Hmm.. now I want to meet Joss Whedon. I don't know why I didn't before, honestly. I'm sure, once I'm rich and retired, he'd be interested in working on some pilots with me. (Granted, I've got a much better chance at this point to get something to J. J. Abrams, but we could put a dream team together. Of course, if I'M on the team, it's only my dream - for now.)
It's 2am. I have church in the morning, and God don't want no crankiness down in His house. Bedtime, I'm out.