If it please the court

I have to go to traffic court tomorrow night. The claim by Mr. CoppyPants is that I was going 84 on the Thruway in the Town of Manchester. My counter is that because I am made of magic, I am not bound by such laws of "physics" and "speed" and "why didn't I have some peanut butter cookies on hand for just such an occasion," and also we have entered the Time of Hope and Unicorns, so, really, why are we doing this again? And does Clifton Springs have a good diner? Someone had better be able to direct us to some pannycakes is all I'm saying.

On BSG's season thingy premiere

"Anders, stop quoting Dylan lyrics at me." -- Kurt

If you don't want to be spoiled about Battlestar Galactica, please to stop the reading now and go look you at some LOL cats.

I have to begin with this, which annoyed me before, with the final episode of whatever season it was last year: Who the hell approaches an unknown planet with their entire fleet in tow (peacefully, that is)? A planet they believe to be fully populated? Didn't a surprise fleet, oh, I don't know, BLOW UP YOUR WHOLE TWELVE WORLDS JUST A FEW YEARS AGO? The fact that they weren’t shot out of the sky should have been their first clue that something was amiss.

There is speculation that Dee still was/is actually a cylon. I don’t contest that possibility, but I do propose another explanation for why she fastened on to the jacks like that: the simple destruction of hope. All her dreams for earth. All her dreams with Lee. The scene with the Agathons might serve to point to a sinking sadness, the deep sense of loss of something she had always expected to have –- since childhood, since sitting on that rocking horse –- and now, now it’s been blown away by two wars, too many to bear any longer. First losing Caprica, then Lee, then Earth on top of it, the Earth some never thought they’d find and then, THEN, there, Oh my gods, it’s REAL? The equation adds up too, too easily.

Also, considering what we now know about this Earth and its cylons, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out there are more cylons in the fleet, except that obviously we won’t, because there are only 13, so say we all.

As for Ellen: Her very survival was a surprise to many, and her story was unverified by anyone. Better questions might be about why there are 13, five very old and eight rather new, and, the biggie: Exactly how are humans different from cylons anyway? Why do humans keep insisting the skinjobs are machines? Even when the Eights keep breaking their programming?

It could also explain why Ellen was with Saul in the first place, since he wasn’t exactly going anywhere for a large part of his life. Though he might simply have been a good port in a storm for her. ... Or she loved him. There's that.

And then, Starbuck. Dude. Why wasn’t her hair burned with the rest of her? Is it magic hair? IS HER HAIR A CYLON?

Nine episodes to explore and explain all this. It’s not enough.

What else? There is more. Like why Olmos can’t play drunk.

Also, I like Anders. There, I said it.

But most importantly, what did you think?

I think my life is now complete

from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.


Curtsies to Kurt for the heads-up

Sometimes a Great Notion

Four days, 11 hours and 36 minutes till Battlestar's beginning of the end.

Why hello there, 2009, aren't you lookin' sexy

TO ACCOMPLISH THIS YEAR:

• Acquire hover car and investigate other hover-related technology
• Nurture relationship with The Tanning Bed. Set tan example for pasty hippie town
  
• Avoid Wyclef Jean. Remember last funk-fueled shooting spree
• Start gum bank in move to be better friend
  
• MORE LIME
• Avoid Manilow. Remember last sob-induced shooting spree
  
• Find one who will perform piscine matrimony (start with Unitarians)
  
• Do Not Cry when Mother glares disapprovingly at eyes
• Look into changing eye color
• Remember Pluto
• Discover perfect shade of lavender
  
• More Sabado Gigante!
  
• BELIEVE IN THE MONKEY KING

Phase II of my scheme for world domination is now complete

I keep telling you they're part monkey.

*title grace a Hawkman

Next up: Hugh Jackman: DECLAWED

Is this what it's come to?





You and your intimate involvement with olfactory notes?

That was just next up in my "My Pictures" folder. Old fun with the Hero Machine.