Sorry about last week's BSG post. Really. It's just that... I was a bit overwhelmed. Sorry.
So I watched last night's episode in a bit of an emotional fugue after Natalie died. I loved that particular Six from her first episode. Shooting star, baby. Shooting star. Damn. Then again, I love all the Sixes. And the Eights. And... well frak. I love everyone on that show. Even annoying ass Lee Adamma because idealists are a pain in the ass ,but/because they keep us honest about the shit we do.
Also: Athena. I understand that trip. But still. Frrraaaaaaak.
President Roslin. That is all.
Threes unboxed!!!! OMFG!
Bill Adamma... just... wow. Really.
New theory about the ending? Everyone dies.
After spending several seasons telling people this show wasn't like the bleakest existential trip ever.... No. I mean, it's not that. But frak, BSG.
On a lighter note, Doctor Who kicked ass last night. This season's been really quite spectacular so far. Yay.
