after one long season of waiting

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...

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.

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.

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.

<3
evilhippo

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.

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

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.

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.)

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 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.