I feel like there's a very accurate parallel to be made between testing the entire fleet for Cylonness and finishing the gabillion complaints I have to get filed this week (tomorrow, specifically), but I can't quite make the metaphor work un-awkwardly, so accept this meta-commentary instead.

(I worked until 7:30 tonight, that's the best you're going to get out of me.)

I wonder if asking my boss for a raise at this point is like trying to ask Adama for a spare nuke... Would I get credulous eyebrows raised at me, but get it in the end?

(Also, sadly, I was outbid on the boots at the last minute, but I suppose it's all for the best because I was already bidding a fair amount higher than I'd planned to anyway. Now I'm going to have to spend just as much on plain old boring rain boots sometime soon, though. Alas.)
evilhippo: hippo (36 [lies])
( Aug. 7th, 2009 06:48 pm)
A general question for the masses:

I need winter/rain/waterproof-in-general boots. Is the Battlestar Galactica prop auction an absolutely wrongheaded, terrible and all-around bad idea place to look? Or, rather, is it completely inappropriate and horrible to actually wear something one may or may not have bid on for the purpose of 1) owning a part of BSG and 2) keeping one's feet warm and dry when it rains or snows.

It's not even that I'd expect anyone to see them in public and go "Oh wow, you're wearing boots from BSG!" It's that I would know. And at the moment, they're not going to cost me any more than normal rain boots.

I'm also torn on getting a pair of the earrings, or better yet, Elosha's earrings and necklace (because they're really cool and more my style than Roslin's earrings), but I can't quite justify that as useful...
evilhippo: hippo (74 [closer look])
( Mar. 21st, 2009 10:00 pm)
My dad recently got into flickr. Most of the stuff he's posted has been novel for its "wow, this is old and on actual film" quality. But this set makes me want to write a pseudo-steampunk novel about Youngstown's further-burnt-out dystopian future. Screwing with my mind even more, those photos are from 1998. My mind immediately rebelled against how old they looked, and then I remembered... 1998 was more than ten years ago. Yikes. (It's also amusing to think of my dad still being chased out of places by the police while I was in 8th grade).

I didn't give much thought to Beirut's new EP, but upon second-listen, Zach Condon's vocals over electronic music is just as haunting and (now that the Balkan sound is a little broken in) somewhat more novel. Also, man, guys, I feel old because I'm officially at the point that some of my favourite musicians are younger than me. Sure, Zach is only a year younger, but it's all downhill from here.

In regards to the BSG finale... I think I cried mostly because the show was over, and I was going to miss the characters. But... ) That aside, though, I have a feeling re-watching the finale at any point in the next few months would just make me notice everything that didn't quite line up and ruin what afterglow I have. Someday I'll go back and re-watch the whole series. And I'm totally glad I was keeping up with the show as it was going along, rather than only finding out now. I'm kind of disappointed that most of the set pieces being auctioned off are way out of my price range.

P.S. It looks like my dear favourite St. Vincent is riding high on SXSW propaganda (well, I still put value in a favorable mention in the NYT). I wish I'd talked to her long enough two years ago that she'd remember me, so I could give her a hug if I go see her in June.
evilhippo: hippo (72 [word])
( Mar. 1st, 2009 06:08 pm)
Because I'm not up for actual fandom, I am going to post this here.

Spoilers for the most recent BSG episode )

In tangential news, I think BSG has left me with no choice but to learn how to play All Along the Watch Tower on my mandolin when it gets here.

Now... to write e-mails to a bajillion people for references. Agh.
evilhippo: hippo (3 [grr])
( Feb. 14th, 2009 06:43 pm)
Thank you, BSG. That was much better than the past few episodes. (Okay, okay FINE I love Cylon nonsense babble.) I think a lot of what I could say has already been said, but that's because I've actually be skimming around on blogs and comments and things. Mainly, I've realized that the BSG fandom is on about fifteen different pages with everything. So I'm not even going to try.

Except... )

And actually, now that I've done more thinking about this... )

Otherwise today was quiet and dorky. I got yarn for a new project. I went to Toys R Us to get Shaymin. That's probably enough nerdiness to last me until... tomorrow.
evilhippo: hippo (36 [lies])
( Jan. 18th, 2009 03:18 pm)
Soooo... you know, I was going to try to puzzle out what the heck BSG is up to, now that I've watched the most recent episode. And then I found out that the writers are, in fact, really just winging it, and so now I'm just kind of wondering what I've gotten myself into by being so smitten with this show. It's like a giant mobile literary self-analysis machine. With spoilers in )

Also (I never thought I'd say this)... Needs More Baltar.
evilhippo: hippo (36 [lies])
( Jun. 7th, 2008 05:17 pm)
evilhippo: hippo (36 [lies])
( May. 25th, 2008 12:23 am)
Dearest Battlestar,

I hate you. I hate you for being good, and for making me wait to watch more of you (Really, I think it'd be best for all of us if we didn't have to wait forever for the season to be over. A half-season this year is just unfair). I hate you for making me write the same type of entry every week, about me hating you. And I hate you because I know you're going to break my heart, and also because you kill and maim a lot of people, especially lately, which isn't very nice (though it's good for plot, so you're slightly forgiven). I mean, I'll admit if I think too hard about you, you stop making sense, but I kind of expect that.


P.S. Spoilers )

And, since I just discovered that I have the Bleach Rock Musical on my harddrive, we are off to watch that while last week's Doctor Who downloads.
evilhippo: hippo (19 [azkabam])
( May. 11th, 2008 01:54 am)
Dear Battlestar,

I am going to be so sad when you are over, because you are made of so much awesome.

Adama remains a jelly donut. And there were so many warm fuzzies crammed into that "you" in that last scene that [livejournal.com profile] deathscytheheck and I both let out a synchronized "Awwwwww!" at the end of the episode, and then fell into a fit of giggles.

Never change, Battlestar. Never change.

(Also, to any of you that caught my giant emo entry tonight... of all people, my sister cheered me up. Go figure. Must be an alternate universe or something.)

But that doesn't mean that I don't still need costume suggestions for ACen. If I have to pull out every odd bit of clothing I own, post pictures and go "here! direct me to costuming!" goodness help me, I will! I still have plans for an Oscar Wilde and a Laura Roslin costume sometime in the future, but sadly, I don't think either is appropriate for ACen. Woe is me.
Dear Battlestar Galactica:

What. the. heck? I... really? I didn't think it was possible for you to get more emotionally screwed up. But no. No, now you have got me invested in this, and you've turned into a giant space soap opera of wtfery. (And it is wonderful. Really. Everyone has gone insane, and some of the scenes... where are you going with this? I'm not even going to try anymore. You had better not betray me.) And still, since the end of last season, all my character loyalties are shifting a bit. We're getting new sides of people, and I'm staying loyal to very few. (I no longer want to punch Lee Adama in the face. How weird is that? Tigh? 100% cooler since last season (yet still the same Tigh). Baltar? Five million percent more bizarre comic relief. And also... probably the biggest point of confusion for me. And if he turns out to be a Cylon... I don't think I'll be happy. I... actually, I could go into theories here for a long time, but I think I'll wait until we're more than two episodes into the season. Kara? I still want to kick her, but now it's more in... okay, it's still for "stop being insane" only now it's more out of concern than frustration. And Papadama remains a big giant jelly donut.)

Dear Russel T. Davies/Doctor Who Season 4:

As I've said before, I have no doubt you went into this new series thing with approximately five ideas and three characters. That said... Donna is actually tolerable, and I am verily impressed (for now. Don't think I won't turn my back again if you let things start sucking like you did with Martha. Character depth. It helps guys.) However, your plots still suck and the line about Vulcan? If anything was going to make me cry in that episode (and oh, you tried. You tried so hard it actually hurt), it was that line. Srsly.

evilhippo: hippo (91 [reading])
( Apr. 6th, 2008 12:32 am)
Life = 1000% more satisfying when you can spend an entire day nerding it up with friends. Spent the morning goofing around online and trying to solve a puzzle in Professor Layton that's been nagging me for days (mostly because I can only play for about ten minutes at a time on the bus, which is long enough for me to have an idea about what I need to do, and then have to get off the bus. Which means I forget what I was doing. Or I sit there and think about whether or not it's a trick question, because I know it doesn't expect you to use algebra to solve things. Er... anyway.)

So, it turns out I kind of rock Smash Bros. with Snake. (Even though I don't know how to taunt, so I can't sit there under a box nearly as much as I should.) We had mead, and 9000-year old beer, and I didn't drink much of either, but the sketchy Indian food we ordered, which was delivered in a taxi... that was fun. And then we watched Battlestar Galactica. And it was a season premier, so it wasn't perfect, but... )

Then I headed back to the apartment and managed to somehow catch the same bus as [livejournal.com profile] deathscytheheck, which I noticed when her phone rang... and then I hopped into the seat next to her a moment before I realized that doing so would scare the everliving crap out of her. (I hopped over with a pretty solid thud. It was probably the sort of entrance that some sort of brazen... um... bus-botherer would make.) Which reminds me... gah! I had some guy grab my waist on the green line platform today while catcalling me. Scared the crap out of me. People need to be... not grabby. I can deal with harassment from a distance. But... grabby is... not good. Especially when they're in groups, because I know I can't fight them off.

And because my TV shows are evil this year, we also watched the new episode of Doctor Who... Which... despite not being that good, may have been one of the stronger season openings )

I completely intended to be asleep right now. This is... kind of longer than I planned. And I'd originally planned to write down the dream I had last night, too, which was... kind of epic, and involved running a bar with one of my workmates. A bar that had a lager pump that had to be primed. And the freshman dorm at the UofC containing 15 floors of identical rooms that were all likely to have money in the couch cushions. But I really want to get to sleep.
evilhippo: hippo (102 [innocent])
( Nov. 26th, 2007 03:14 am)
Admiral Adama is a giant jelly donut and Tigh is his angry alcohol-filled pet teddy bear.

And there are spoilers within )

Also, not enough Tyrol or Roslin.
evilhippo: hippo (71 [o rly?])
( Jul. 11th, 2007 02:06 pm)
I just found out that Giles (you know, from Buffy) was the evil principal in School Reunion. How is that even possible?! Never in a million years would I have drawn that connection. (Apparently he's also the voice of Baltazar in Infinite Quest, but I think I might've known/recognized that.) Trying to make this make sense is hurting my brain. Also, I'm bored out of my mind, and can't make myself go back to reading things because the book I'm working through right now is actually making me feel like a decent writer. Appositions, people... Use Them Wisely.

I mean, especially in this book... which actually brings me to one of my theories/rants about fanfic... which is that you have to know your audience. Most people who aren't familiar with a series aren't going to pick up a novel based on it unless it's one of those novels that's basically a retelling... in which case, yeah, it is up to you to do all the characterization and exposition properly. However, an entire chapter in a book that kind of boils down to fan-oriented (fan)fiction that's full of something like...

"Kara Thrace, who's pretty much never called Kara Thrace because she's a Viper pilot and people call the pilots by their call signs, which are nicknames for pilots, so she's called Starbuck, unless Lee, who is really Lee Adama AKA Apollo, not to be confused with the Arrow of Apollo, which is a mythical item that Starbuck (Kara Thrace) had to bring back to the Galactica, which is a giant ship in space under the command of Bill Adama, Apollo (Lee)'s father, is talking to her, which is what's happening now. "Hi Kara," Lee the Viper pilot says. "Hi Lee," Kara says disdainfully because Kara and Lee have a complicated relationship because..." etc. (Okay, it's not nearly that bad, but that was fun to write.)

I'm pretty sure I completely forgot where I was going with this... Moral of the story is to trust your audience to know/figure things out, and that sloppy bad exposition is bad. Yeah.
evilhippo: hippo (36 [lies])


( Mar. 26th, 2007 12:07 am)
Dar! Where are you! Omg! I have no one to flail at because I tipped my hand on all my predictions during the commercial breaks when I was watching with everyone tonight but OMG. Omg omg omg. I have not been so... on the edge of my seat for a show in ages. Wow. ♥ All of us were on the edge of the couch (random quips about Bob Dylan aside.

And then it ends up being spoilers for and fawning over BSG )

2008! Holy frack that's a long way away. It's only the end of March! Battlestar, this is not fair! (Watch me as I go through the stages of grief here for the next week or so. But hey, at least Doctor Who starts again next week.)

In conclusion, though... ♥, BSG. ♥ This is the first time I've fangirled over an episode since... since... wow. I didn't know I still had it in me.

In less fangirly news, I managed to talk people into cooking out at the point today. Unfortunately, right around 6:30, the wind picked up and it got really grey. Though, in the end we managed to turn it into fun, fun burning with hotdogs and slightly charred buns and root bear floats made with mango ice cream (not as disgusting as it'd seem). And, to cap it all off, after dark we tossed the lit coals into the lake while shouting "For Spartaaaa!" All in all, a wonderful way to start the quarter. Unfortunately, I've only got pictures of the coals, and the awesome sunset we were treated to. Ah, how I love spring. (And I am now quite resolved on the idea that I will make kebabs sometime this quarter as well, because grilling at the point is fun.)
evilhippo: hippo (40 [ellipses])
( Mar. 19th, 2007 02:14 am)
Dear Lee Adama,

You. Are a buttface.

Buttface. Buttface McButtface Jerkpants.

How dare you.

evilhippo: hippo (104 [vipers])
( Mar. 12th, 2007 02:04 am)
I really don't have much to say right now, but I've been wanting to use this icon. Originally, I was going to ramble for a while about Battlestar Galactica (which is kind of madness right now, in my opinion Madness? This is Galactica!) but I'm scatterbrained and don't have anything terribly worthwhile to say, other than spoilers )

And that was even more scatterbrained and useless than I thought. But, erm, maybe I'll edit it in the morning when my brain's closer to working. There was something else I was going to write about...

Oh! I saw 300 at the IMAX at Navy Pier today. It was indeed pretty, and I honestly don't see all the subversiveness people think is in it, since it was pretty obviously made to look arty and cool and not... whatever the heck people think is going on. It's scary to think that other people have a harder time turning off the unnecessary analysis part of their brain. And, yes, 300 was great in terms of looking cool. Which is exactly what I expect from a film that has probably 15 lines total (not counting the narration). Many of which are some kind of wolf howl. And all of which are rather predictable. Which still doesn't take away from the fact that it's a fun movie to watch. No huge moral, no political subversion... just entertainment. At least as far as I could see, and I'll admit I wasn't looking hard for a hidden message, because clouds of arrows and walls of people are more interesting in their pure, non-allegorical form. (And if I were the sort to really like mostly-naked very buff men, it would've been a very, very awesome movie.)

And, as a general note, I'm still alive, so I'm going to do everything I can to not complain about Friday and Saturday being goshawful evil.
I should be writing. But since I am not quite in the right mindset yet... I am not (let's hope it hits sometime before four, because I fully intend to get up at ten tomorrow morning). So, the foremost non-addled thing on my much harassed mind is BSG. Because watching it with everyone on Sunday nights is awesomefun. And I'm pretty sure, after this episode, I am even more in love with Laura Roslin. Because omg. The way all the guys seem to fangirl Baltar (even though he's greasy and skeezy though, fine, he's redeemable and extremely human and an excellent character, that doesn't mean I don't get to hate him as a person)... that's how I fangirl her. Which, I suppose, doesn't give you a lot to go on because you haven't heard everyone I know trying to defend him against me and my slander against him, but suffice it to say I fangirl her a lot.

And from here, I guess there are slight spoilers )
evilhippo: hippo (37 [listening])
( Jan. 22nd, 2007 02:25 pm)
I would be dead right now if I had classes today. I'm probably going to be dead tomorrow anyway, but at least I'll be less dead than I would be if I still had a 9:00 class. If I don't start looking for jobs by the end of this week, though, everyone gets to beat me up.

I've also noticed that, in all my horrendous complaining lately, I've completely left out the really cool stuff, like dinner hangings-out every weekend and ridiculous discussions of random things (as per usual). Unfortunately, these things take up time which I always think I should be using for my BA (because aaaargh it doesn't flow right yet), leaving me stressed the frack out. Which is why I'm spending the rest of today at the library. (Harper, though, to protect my soul.)

Last night involved watching episodes 6-11 of Battlestar Galactica in rapid succession so I could watch the start of season 3.5 with all the cool kids. Probably not the sanest move on my part (or the guy from across the hall who watched 7-11 with me). But I'd forgotten how much fun it is to watch things with other people sometimes. I'd also forgotten how hard it is for me to keep my mouth shut during certain things. (It was probably worst during the scenes with Lee and Starbuck. I would have been happier when Starbuck kicked Lee in the face, but it managed to be the moment right after I decided I wanted to kick her in the face more.) I also seem to have an unfortunate sense of TV timing, because I was able to provide Lee with a near-perfect gibberish voice-over during most of the boxing scenes. I am an awful, awful person. At least watching last night's episode involved a kind of reverential silence. Except during commercials, which was free time for random speculations. (Most of which involved Adama's mustache being a Cylon.) Percent of time last night spent in a room in which I was the only girl: 85. Percent of commercial time last night spent trying to explain to everyone in the room why I wanted to shove Baltar out of an airlock: 53. Percent of commercial time last night spent telling everyone that I expected more giant mantises killing the Chief on the algae planet: 30. Percent of the final five cylons that are secretly appliances: 100. ("Oh no! It's a lamp!" "A real toaster!" "Refrigerator!" I'm sorry... If I'd known... "If I'd known, I'd never have kicked you, Vending Machine!")

Last night also involved a bit of impromptu snow-vandalism, because the 12th floor people decided they were going to write "Bradbury" in the snow (the name of their house) in front of the building. Unfortunately, it was kind of illegible, so I had to fix it to make it more readable. And now I believe I'm going to need to write bread-fury in the snow more often. Only in a place where it's harder for cars to run over it. And maybe next time I won't wait until I'm back upstairs to take a picture.
There are now officially three people on this floor I need to kill for making me watch Battlestar Galactica. Oh, they will pay for this. I was hoping I'd be able to write it off like Star Trek.


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