The episode that ran last night was full of suckitude. Not because the ep itself was badly written or other technical errors; I mean the freaking plot. It's like, I'm watching it, all the way to the end, and then I think, God damn, that fucking sucks!
I can't say why without spoilers. The Fungus has a strict no-spoiler policy so I won't say anything, but suffice it to say that it sucks to be them. All of them--human, Cylon, dogs and cats, etc. It sucks to be them.
...it looks like the whole thing will end with another mini-series or something. As far as I can tell without consulting any web sites or anything, that was the last regular episode of the TV series.
I will say, however, that the fifth Cylon has not been identified. It's not Kara Thrace. I am now reasonably sure that it's not Gaius Baltar, either, but not entirely. The key phrase spoken by Deanna was that there were four of the final five "in your [the human] fleet". That nicely excludes the Cylon basestar that Gaius Baltar was on when she said that. But it also includes Kara Thrace--so Starbuck's not a Cylon. QED.
Something else is going on.
Bill Adama told Saul Tigh that he's known him for thirty years--and in fact raised all the objections I raised myself here.
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I've been rereading a story of mine, a novel, which I wrote in the early 1990s. It's about some students at a fictional technical college in the Pacific northwest, and my referral to it a couple of days ago reminded me that I hadn't read it in ages--so I dug it out.
Besides, I remembered a phrase I used to describe some of the music of the story: "He was wearing a Walkman; some indescribably shitty music blared from the two earpieces dangling in his shirt pocket." Ah, yes; "indescribably shitty". I LMAO at that when I remembered it; and that drove me to seek out this ancient tome of wisdom.
One of my friends in Cedar Rapids read it, and said of it: "You find yourself asking yourself, 'Why am I reading this?' But you can't put it down!" Heh. Flee in terror!
...yesterday morning, before going to bed, I read about 40% of it. It is, fortunately, a fast read.
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Here we go. The opposition party in Zimbabwe has begun to arm itself. Next stop: civil war!
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My Mom has complained about this for literal decades, and I even think she's said "there ought to be a law" once or twice. It's an old advertiser trick to turn up the volume on commercials, because people get up to hit the can or the refrigerator during them.
Then the "mute" button was invented. Heh.
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Otherwise, I really haven't got anything to discuss. Despite the pleasantly cool evening, it was hot inside the store last night. I sweated whenever I was working, sweated only a bit less when I wasn't working, and got into the shower very shortly after I arrived home.
I did Receiving again; and I did my usual perfect job of it, right down to sweeping the back aisle and clearing everything out. It was once again a thing of beauty, a wonder to behold, that there could be such cleanliness and order where there was but chaos and discord before.