unless you’ve been living under a rock or are a godless heathen or something, you’ve heard of battlestar galactica. unless you are completely devoid of taste or intelligence, you’ve watched battlestar galactica.

tonight, tonight is the end of an era, motherfuckers. and i am not holdin’ it together all that well. five years, five long years…i cannot believe it’s all coming to an end. and of course, from the moment i saw the mini series, from season one, we’ve known the end is nigh. even ron moore has said repeatedly that this is one story to tell that will have a beginning, middle, and end…and then it will be over. but that doesn’t mean i want to see it go. and of course, i know it can’t have a simpsons-like run…but a world without battlestar galactica? is that a world i want to live in?

i just don’t know.

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sigh…

fuck yeah, SHARK JACKS!!!

it’s friday, which means it’s…

all.about.battlestar galactica.

now, with less gaeta!!!

and MORE angry starbuck (sweet jesus)!

also, don’t fuckin’ mess with the prez’s cock supply, man. just don’t.

i am goin’ buck wild for superbowl sunday, apparently. been preparing since last night and what we’ve got on the menu so far is:

• bbq pork spare ribs
• meaty, cheesy, spicy dip a la alex
• spinach & artichoke dip
• homemade salsa, extra spicy!
• sausage & cheese jalapeño poppers
• bacon & cheese potato skins
• fudge brownies with tar pit dinos
• crusty ass bread of deliciousness
• homemade soft pretzels
• tortilla chips
• irish.motherfuckin’.car.bombs.

yes, this is how we do. also there is rum, jameson and some jack daniels on hand. hell yeah. and i’m still on a tossup about the game, but i have a feeling i may go for the steelers (despite totally hatin’ their bitch asses) just because the cardinals feel wrong. cheering for them feels WRONG.

i would talk about all the keeeeeeeeeeeerazy shit that went down last week on battlestar galactica, but really it doesn’t matter because absolutely everything was wiped out of my damn mind by one thing:

totally.jacked.my.process.

totally.

The Cylons were created by man They rebelled They evolved They look and feel human Some are programmed to think they are human There are many copies And they have a plan unless you’ve been living under a rock or are a godless heathen or something, you’ve heard of battlestar galactica. unless you are completely […]

sigh…

fuck yeah, SHARK JACKS!!!

it’s friday, which means it’s… all.about.battlestar galactica. now, with less gaeta!!! and MORE angry starbuck (sweet jesus)! also, don’t fuckin’ mess with the prez’s cock supply, man. just don’t.

i am goin’ buck wild for superbowl sunday, apparently. been preparing since last night and what we’ve got on the menu so far is: bbq pork spare ribs meaty, cheesy, spicy dip a la alex spinach & artichoke dip homemade salsa, extra spicy! sausage & cheese jalapeño poppers bacon & cheese potato skins fudge brownies […]

i would talk about all the keeeeeeeeeeeerazy shit that went down last week on battlestar galactica, but really it doesn’t matter because absolutely everything was wiped out of my damn mind by one thing: totally.jacked.my.process. totally.