If there is one thing that frakkin pisses me off more than accidentally pissing the bed half way into an erotic dream, is when TV shows break up with me instead of the other way around. I mean how dare they, how could they, and who the frak do they think they are? They can’t just rip Athena/Boomer from my retinas and think I won’t notice. Sure you might say ,”Easy dude, they are on DVD.” I say it’s not good enough and they should do way better than that homosexual show “Friends”. I mean a hot asian in space, bombs and bullets, and it’s in space. How awesome is that? Completely awesome to help you answer.
Let’s start with the ultimate transformation of the word fuck to frak. Everyone knows what it is suppose to really be except the FCC. They have done an incredible job with that feature alone. The CGI is also great along with the plot. Take Adama (both). What great acting, and I would sleep with them both just based on performance (I don’t mean that in a gay way, I just mean in the same room talking about the show all night long). I figured out now into the 4th season Col Ty needs to be drunk even to think his wife (now dead) is hot. That is a great hidden truth the writers kept from me for 4 seasons. She actually looks like a Dr. Seuss character, but I think she was in the Grinch with Jim Carey but I don’t remember. The show has a never ending list of surprises for me.
Now they decide it won’t go past 4 seasons. Since when do shows decide this? Ratings decide this and another way to say I break it off with them. This isn’t isn’t right and I have been stripped from my voice of displeasure. Thousands of shows I have had the pleasure to change the channel on. This is the one though that I wasn’t wanting to see go. Sure they will make it to earth, but I will never see Adama, or Baltar vote in an American general election, spit on a cabbie in NYC, or even enjoy a nice Grinder from New England. I only recognize them being in New England becuase I can’t picture them wanting to land anywhere else. I want to see them grow old and have non-Cylon children. I want them to return back to their homes eventually so I know if cockroaches can make it through that kind of devastation.
Having the unknown is one best things to have. Battlestar gave me a knew womb in life that I could snuggle up to my computer monitor to watch. Some times I could feel myself in a raptor chasing number 3. This is the ultimate show and I can’t think of a rival in the same category. Save the comments that you disagree becuase I will only disagree with you and we will then have to settle to agree to disagree after all the disagreeing. See, it’s not going to work. This is my online protest to sign Battlestar Galactica to a written and signed in blood contract for at least another 15 seasons when I will no longer be young enough to stay awake to watch it.
As for you Athena, as I know you read my blog, I will see you on Friday…















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