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“I’m bleeding!” Wild-eyed I examined myself for the source: my hands crimson; my breath coming in short gasps. I then turn them over and notice the blue and the purple, and yellow also adhering to my skin. Then it slowly faded away to fleshtone.
“She’s working again,” I sighed in relief.
They said blood is thicker than water, but I can do that one better.
It seems that our father not only gave us this talent and drive and inherent need to create but also the link that me and my sister shared since the cradle.The vibration of the port across the room testified to this.
I walked over to the dresser and casually inserted into my center.
“Yes sir, how are you?
Though all I heard was static: the HSI, or Home Security Initiative lightly monitored our actions. Any sudden moments to the waste disposal room with a buzzing port looked suspicious and bought a one way ticket to the local HSI office for downloads of conversations and difficult questions.
I then moved toward the unit and left the door ajar. It was then I turned on the shower tap and closed the door completely. After the door was secure I grabbed one of my illegals from behind the toilet and slid to the floor.
” Go, ” I mumbled.
” Did I wake you?” the soft voice queried.
“What do you think! And why do you always start with red? You scare me half to death when you start with red.”
She chuckled.
“I’m sorry, I had forgotten you don’t like that kind of alarm clock.”
“You got that right.”
“Hey, be fair, you know how much sleep I’ve lost when you get started on your next story; how you pace the floor? I must have ruined a hundred pairs of shoes and scared off a million first dates by pacing in odd places.”
“May be we should coordinate these things.”
“Hah! Corraling the muse in a schedule: you must be more tired than I thought.”
“Yeah, I am, but I got a mini vacation. Which reminds me, you’re seeing trouble from the suits?”
“Lane, It’s nothing.”
“Don’t tell me it’s nothing, if Col mentions it to me, it HAS to be something, so stop stalling little sis and spill.”
She sighed. “There were a few suits at the opening. They must have gotten in through one of those patron wives. We thought it was a remote enough location to display some pieces and I needed the money so I let them take Guernica Revisted.
“Damn.”
“Damn what? That the suits got in or I let them take GR?”
“Both! You know what happens if they trace you, to all of us.”
“Lane, relax! That’s why we never use our names, and we don’t sign our work. Besides the PW’s don’t ever want to really know about specifics, it just makes them feel important in their circle if they say they know LRA’s.”
” I want to come see you.”
“No, big bro, no way.”
“Why?”
“Because you know what happens when we get together. ”
“It’s been 3 years, Bea.”
“I know, but we can’t risk it.”
“Then you come to me. I can get the proper pa….”
All I heard was static.
I heaved myself off the cold tile and stepped into the freezing trickle. Three empty days and an angry sibling starting a work; looks like it’ll be Mel and me will be killing off another bottle before its renewal time.
I agree, there is a huge wealth of sci-fi already written, like an orchard ready to be plucked, it just needs something like this to bring it into view.
I means these are greats; I’d tune in.
Oh and because the lovely fur ball has a hard time keeping her mouth shut, that will be 3 months of silence for you.
You can listen to her, if her reasoning is sound, by all means do so, but if it is motivated by “love” (which in this case is not love but possesiveness; you are being coveted) then it is not sound reasoning.
She is your chosen bow, you are her arrow, if her bowstring is not strong or she cannot point in the right direction, you as the arrow will go nowhere. This is her function, this is yours. You cannot do both, controlling someone is not an equal love, nor is chasing after them. She will chase after you trying to catch up intellectually, and socially, but her understanding is juvenile. In your face mouth is cute in youth but becomes nagging as the “energetic” child spends years of battling and being let down when not getting what she wants. All of us know of a petulant child who is constantly saying look at me, I’m up on affairs, look at me, he’s all mine, look at me, look at me, look at me.
No, I don’t want to, I have my own life to tend to, have a wondrous experience in yours: may be we’ll meet in the afterlife when you won’t be so concerned with the “look at me” and more with the “walk and talk with me as a person without form and no need to satisfy an ego I shed at death”
I know, I’ll get shouted down but I have seen better, it does not push the envelope. it’s nice and neat dark, too suburbian scary.
OMG, Ron I don’t like it, it shows kids getting hurt! ” Yeah, kids fall down, hell I knew a kid when i worked in ped ICU that got cut up by a boat propeller. Or waht about the “shaken baby syndrome” when kids get shaken so hard they break bones. That will make you sick when you see they take a little one off life support because of that. 😥
It’s killing peole and placing them in mass graves, hello, ever watch the concentration camp footage? It’s a lot worse.
Gotta say saw this, did this before.
I’m glad the writing is better but it really is kind of like the Black market writing in the fact it follows but there is little surprise to it. It’s logical but not wow it’s mindblowing.
It’s more like the documentary and not scifi.
I’m saying it’s better written than some eps but lacks pizzazz.
Lost has these arcs but they keep the audience guessing.
I’m like this not wowing me. it’s good but not frack this IS the ultimate show.Tigh rolling the home made.
Night vision coool.
Tying knots, AD can’t even remember his lines let alone knots in his shoelaces.
The kid Kacey is kute. Too bad Starbuck doesn’t seem like the Mommy type.
What’s up with the tanning both holding centers I’d go there to get warm.
Who hoo Gaeta in longer hair, you get it waist length I’ll make him a god in human form!
They cooked Duck’s goose, aw.
The metal Cylons must hate that place, it gets sand into all the vital places. 😛
I love the guy in the green sweater in the intell commercial, he’s got moves and obviously has taste in music, electronic rules.
Second hour. coming up.
Um… well, that was harsh by Adama, but effective… and coffee with the Cylon Sharon. Though Adama was hard on Lee you know his eyes told him I’m sorry, help me, I’m in pain.
I look beyond words, because words can lie.
Sharon grew some wisdom but her hair looks too good for sitting in prison.
Blood stains are hard to remove from the carpet, you’ll have to rent one of those macihines. 😈
Anywho, since I’m in exile from scifi and damn happy about it, I can kick back here and OMG what are these commercials.
Except for Riverside casino, after the Shatner joke they built a casino, it still has a trek fest every year, including a Spockapalooza.
Back to the show, rip from the movie “Ultraviolet”
She can sing that girl, everyone will want this, and it’s not whining.
It’s the Mr and Mrs Smith scene, with the fork. you know you wanna stab him.
C’mon the carrots stick ’em up your nose.
The need for viagra scene.
May be sunglasses make Cylons soft.
The cutting of the food, his nose would in that plate.
When do I get what i want? Baby i always get what i want, ’cause i’m patient enough to wait for it.
Bahahahahahaha. Holdiing the door open.
I feel alcohoic flushed time to take my shirt off. 😈
SO I can chat during the 1st 15 minutes, saw it previewed so I don’t need to see it again. It’s all up here
*points to her spinning head*
I’m better now, I did throw up though. That’s never happened before.
Anywho, the first act, did you see it?
Spoilers away!!!!!
I kept thinking, well it was different, yeah… the only part that stuck out was the Kara dinner.
After i watched it I thought, well of those strange relationships couples somehow have and the movie Sleeping with the Enemy meets Silence of the Lambs.
Then I got punchy: like …How are the Cylons like your friend in the third grade lunchroom?
because both dealt with pain and neck. One was a pain in the neck, one got one.
No, Leoben didn’t stick carrots up his nose (too bad, it would lighten the mood) and i was really waiting for that 😈 😛 . And then she stabbed him in the neck!
Ya get the feeling she’s tried everything to get away from this guy, you know push him out a window, running him over with a car, and scream” die motherfracker die!” There’s 50 ways to leave your lover ya know. Neck stabbing is right before cutting off his ^&*s.
You know nice guys who are control freaks are a pain in the neck, I mean cutting the meat into chewable pieces, I’m not a toddler. ” I made this nice meal and you stab me in the neck. I’d be “look Martha, I’d didn’t ask to be here, and feck your resurrection lecture, but i don’t like wimps that have to drug girls to make them stay.”
What did I think of Ellen fracking Cavil? Hey she likes old guys, hope they have Viagra on New Caprica, I guess it answers the question where Cylon males can get it up, or she’s good at the fakeroo O. “OH baby your hardware is so… so shiny. I wonder if it’s cold like the chair he moved around. Do i like her now? Well yeah, that’s the point, like her before you kill her. And what’s up with the tanning booth for prison, “I’m so bright I need to wear shades.” What is all that about?
This is what happens in this type of occupation scenario, right down to the last crossed T, you collaborate to get what you want; few can live by principles, but some can 😛 😉
Blowing up the ship, old drama usage, the fuse that won’t light or malfunctioning equipment. The low part of it all.
Nice music though.
And the Adama hissy fit, good. But Hasbro will never give your money back 😛 😆
Sorry honey, ya know skiffy doesn’t think beyond the borders of the USA, idjits!
Actually, I’m very restless, something is not right. Tragedy is close by, may be a frack party has a casuallty, tell them not to drink and drive. please, please please. something is wrong, really wrong, it’s not the no.s, this season will succeed only if the message needs to be heard, I leave my bias toward skiffy and those of the show out of this. It will continue if the message needs to be heard, out of my hands.
Nonononono, 😥 and i am crying, there is something wrong.
Sh&*!!! I cannot afford another sleepless night, not now, being sick and all, but it won’t let me until manifests Damn it !
Might as well make some tea, I’ll be up, may be I’ll write more for my short becoming long story.
Damn Damn DAMN!!!
OOh yeah, something new, and I agree, LOOVE love love purple and green.
For 5000 people they’re not too chatty are they?
I hate talking to myself, Really i do. SO I’m dissing BSG, it will be okay. WE have to talk about various and sundry sci-fi topics.
So tell us well in advance so i can get some boxes for the move :wink
And tell me it isn’t true! I get my own blog, Saddy…. I could…. I could….. kiss you!
OOkay, may be not, but thank you if you do this. I have a blog but time restricts entries so to post and blog in one place would rock and roll. I think timing is big with me, that’s why Heros interests me but i just don’t have time for another show,
I have gotten LOST and I’ll lightly watch BSG for what i hope will be a better season then last.
The tepid dribble flowed down my sore neck and pooled at my toes. I leaned heavily against the misted glass and then turned toward the stream. I would have loved to stand there another five minutes but it was almost impossible to purchase more water cards if my allotment ran dry.
I grabbed my worn robe and began collecting the pieces of my ill-fitting and ill-gotten costume off the tiny floor.
Arranging it neatly on a hangar, I placed it in the back of my clothes space: all the while fervently hoping that I would not have to don it again anytime soon. But I knew that was a lie I told to that worn reflection that gazed back at me though my cracked private space mirror.
Wrapping the threadbare ends around my shivering thighs, I head for the bed, or what passes for a bed now. It’s pointless to lie down while I’m shaking with cold. This vinyl sure the hell won’t warm me up. So, I do what I’ve done for my bedtime ritual of the last few months. Until my hands stop shaking; I pick at the little chenille left on the hem and reflect.
Tonight was an old favorite: when a bed was a bed; a woman a woman. Sometimes, I feel ashamed I don’t remember her name, but I relive her touch, her smell, her laugh, and her taste many a night by the weak light of the monitor that never sleeps.
But my overwhelming fatigue shortens the pleasure of tonight’s remniscence; I begin playing the “If I had only” scenario again and again until not only fatigue sits on my shoulders but my old friend “Melly” takes up his familiar perch.
“Mel, if only I had gotten a name, a GIPSY, something!”
But as usual Mel just sits quietly on my shoulder, offering no comfort.
I balled up the white lint in my fist and tossed it into the basket. I then removed my robe and slid under my two issued and two highly illegal but highly prized blankets and turned away from the monitor’s flicker.
I managed a kink in my neck and fitful nod- offs before reaching my destination. With my cement feet and gritty eyes I stumbled into the night towards my box.
And it was a box, literally. Privacy was only permitted in the waste disposal room and laying on ones back on the hard governmental issue futon. Everything else was candid camera.
I was tired enough to think it was funny. First, John Wayne, then Candid Camera?! Any other time when I was fully rested I was sickened by the reminder of our State.
As I keyed in my card and retinalized my front door, the lights blinked on and the blaring announcements could be heard through the plexi-glass.
The only warm voice I heard was from HANA, or the Home Assistant Non Android. It was sentimentality that kept the old gal scanning my castle, and not some new PAM or PAW, that would act like a spouse instead of a alarm/housekeeper.
Call me old-fashioned, but I like what gets next to me the same temperature, though I have heard that some models can be built to specs so precisely it was like having a second live-in lover.
Another way to keep us happy and occupied, I suppose.
“Welcome home, Lane; you have been away for 18.37.21 hours.
” Thanks HANA, what’s the run down?”
“Compiling, please wait.”
” The following is your weekly allotment of food stuffs, received at 0900 hrs.
“Skip to messages, HANA.”
“Compiling.”
“No phone messages. Three solicitations at central door at 1500, 1545, and 1700. Selling food stuffs known as cookies.”
“Those little weasels! I knew if i broke down and bought one box they’d never leave me alone,” I laughed.
“Invalid input. Please try again.”
That was the problem with HANA, no sense of humor.
I must have dozed off for a while, because I awoke to twilight and a missed connection. Wearily, I observed I was the only one left in the glass coffin that moved the masses. With one quick glance to confirm my solitiude, I removed the receiver form my breast pocket and another small attachment from my pants’ pocket. I screwed them tightly together and inserted it into the port.
” I missed my stop.”
“That’s probably a good thing,” a warm voice chuckled.
“I don’t see how you can laugh at this. It will take me half the night to get back,” I snapped.
” Look, they’ve been tracing us pretty heavy since your office chat, it’s better to let it cool off for now.”
“But I had some great material to work from today,” I protested.
“Go home.”
“It really would develop into something revolutionary.”
“I said go home, you know the ideas you pull from these stresses don’t pan out.”
“But…”
“Goodbye L74, make sure you don’t come by for three days.”
“But this isn’t….”
“No? Your call from the elevator to your sister? You could have blown all of our covers with that stunt. You can afford a little heat but she can’t, her work is just getting the suits in an uproar.”
“One obscure gallery? What kind of trouble could she get into?”
“Believe me, they are taking a hard look at it this time.”
“Oh, C, I’d better call her.”
“Not a good idea.”
“She’s my sister! I promised our father to look after her.”
“WE are looking after her! It’s too risky, if you show up John Wayne style they could really shut us down.”
I smiled at that remark.
“Okay, okay, but you must promise that if it gets remotely dangerous, you pull her, AND you’ll let me go get her.”
“I agree to the first and will ignore the second.”
I sighed. This was not the time to argue for the exact coordinates of my sister’s location.
I sighed heavily. “Three days?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you then.”
An author note: i write for me, not to be published, not to “break into anything” I write it because i can’t see it in the slim pickings offered. You may thinks a snore, you may like it. Don’t really care.
If you like read, if not find something else.
Now where was I?
Am addendum ( and probably not welcome on a posting BB) but once, just once I would like to see all of those that have thousands of posts on skiffy and sit in little cliques and critique the world from their keyboards to get up, go outside and talk with someone they have never met, if not talk at least smile at them. In place of posts in pseudo-friend land talk to another person you may have never talked to before and can see. And drop the banners, for one day.
Then, you can sit comfy and talk about crazies shooting up schools, and etc… but if you don’t communicate with your world and those in it, you are the problem and not the solution.
More Americans cut themselves off from others than ever before because of this little machine, its allure is that no one can call you on your bluff. How can we expect to solve any problems in front of this machine?
So go naked! no banners, no sig lines, no self hype, for one posting day. Spend the time productively with those you can see. You may find they have more to offer then your beloved board pals.
I’m doing it right now.
To be honest I have been following the show since the mini and usually i had some emotional reaction to the beginning of a season. It was anticipation for Season 1, and who shot Adama and will he live for 2.0, then i felt angry at how it was going but hopeful that 2.5 might turn into what i loved about the show. Then i watched the LDYBII and well I lifted an eyebrow and scratched my head and whispered Hmmm butI thought nothing of it really, there is so much going on in the world, and well a season lost in space can be made up in DVD’s on downloaded with technology.
Now I feel detached from it, like another eternal commercial you sing the jingle to and you don’t know why. I feel blah about it. Not neccessarily negative but like that commercial, you think it will save the world if you watch it, and of course it doesn’t.
I feel “eh”, unemotional, and that bodes no good. When something or someone enters my “eh” zone. I’d smile and congratulate them if they won the lottery, but would sympathize if they got a serious wreck, but inside it’s “eh” it doesn’t touch my life or set fire to my heart. it’s “eh”. All these promises in previews of making decisions between head and heart, don’t work, it’s cold, sterile, reality made nonreal. Not a shark jump, but as much as the actors, bless them, try it’s remains an “eh.”
May be it’s because these people don’t really know or experienced what they write about or say, sure pretty words but no life experience to back it up. Now I could see if the writers given all the tension, would say “up yours Universal and sci-fi, we’ll do what we want,” but you know they never will. Gotta keep Mama in the way she is accustomed. How can you breathe life into words that don’t touch your life dear BSG writers? You can preach 9/11 and terrorist threats and politics till you are blue in the face, but you still get paid.
There is no heart without “REAL” struggle.
So, I think it’s time for one. What happens to bratty children who mouth off, claiming all sorts of tall tales to the universe? Yup, they get spanked, well a time out at least. It’s time for that. Let’s see how cocky you are after. 😈
Me, an “eh” (thankfully) is one step from forgotten and a sign to move on! 😀
My reflection, so real to me, yet so different, gazed through elevator doors at the others occupying its tiny space. My current shearing was a hack job born of deadlines and desperation.
A beeping vibration emanated from the breast pocket of my borrowed unstyled suit. Looking around at the other descending travelers with a smirk I plugged the receiver into the required port.
“Go,” I whispered.
“Did you?” The tinny voice inquired.
“Yes, and no. I’ll get back to you when all is ready.”
“Fine.”
I unplugged the port as the doors swooshed open.
I paused in the lobby to stare at my reflection in the great clear obelisk housing a preserved spreading chestnut.
Its massive arms the picture of health, beckoning all who enter to sit below and dream of days long gone.But it was not yesterday, I thought angrily; no birdsong, no restful contemplation here is this petrie dish we now call UC.
I quickly stride over to the enclosed walkway and onto the people mover. I found a seat and loosened my tie. The blaring video announcements allow me to sink back into my constant melancholy as long as I watch the endless stream with my public face.
The adjustment was hard; those first few years after 12/20; losing all form of identity, having the port placed in our auditory center. knowing that we were all accessible yet all dispensible. As a citizen of UE we had to submit to the probing in order to eat, to mask true selves with a public face in order to live.
Suddenly I was very tired: I longed to be home, not the glass box set aside for me, but my father’s house.
My reflection is all that i see as I uncomfortably shift in the cold chair and look at the walls of glass that have been our home for this past decade.
No one really remembers the true color of the sky except in sappy reminiscences over plentiful spirits. At times I missed the chaotic flights of insects and the trails of leaves falling on my lap where I could breathe but that too is only to be found at the bottom of a bottle.
She showed me this. I twinged. He was there; a tear escapes.
A warm hand touches my shoulder, a tissue offered, an annoying clucking of a sympathy uttered as push my weakness back into its hole.
I watch as the corpulant man agily strides to his throne and sits, steepling his fingers and sighs.
Over the expanse of glass between us, a tension fog remains.
With a loud creak he sits upright, and places his arms on the table.
“Are you sure you want this?”
I stifle my annoyance at such an idiotic question.
“I’m here,” I reply.
“And the others?”
“They agree.”
With a nod, he clanks a few keys on the board and attaches the receiver to his head.
“As you know the difficulty is not in the retrieval from your dad, he was intelligent enough to leave some decisions with you and your siblings in case of his demise, but it’s the other party.”
“My step?”
“No, she will go along with it as long as the retrieval does not impinge on the reputation of your father’s good name or injure the family in any way.”
“You should have thought of that when she wrote her memoirs.” I muttered under my breath.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing. I assume you are speaking of her.”
“Yes, retrieval from her will prove difficult and I might add,epensive. She was cremated you see and her ashes scattered in a remote location so to get a match and repro seed would mean we would have to bring a huge amount of sample from the sight. And because it was unprotected from 12/20 well it could mean all of her DNA was destroyed.”
“But it has been done.”
Saddy, how nice of you! Ya, I have the token strep throat going around, so writing is a no go. I’ll write it and post the link I think when i feel better and off this grueling work schedule.
I work till i get run down you see and then I have to rest, this is that period.
I watch light children’s fare like Howls’ Moving Castle because its entertaining and simple now.
I’ll get it written once hiatus is over.
Connected from Stereo MC’s from “Hackers”
Lyrics Ah ah
Something ain’t right
I’m gonna get myself
I’m gonna get myself
I’m gonna get myself connected
I ain’t gonna go blind
For the light which is reflected
I see thru you
I see thru you
I see thru you
I see thru you
Ya dirty tricks
Ya make me sick
I see thru you
I see thru you
I’m gonna do it again
I’m gonna do it again
Ah ah
I’m gonna do it again
Gotta do right
‘Cause something ain’t right
Gotta do right
Come on
If you make sure you’re connected
The writing’s on the wall
But if your mind’s neglected
Stumble you might fall
Stumble you might fall
Stumble you might fall
Ah ah
Ain’t gonna go blind
I see thru you
I see thru you
I’m gonna get myself
I’m gonna get myself
I’m gonna get myself connected
I ain’t gonna go blind
For the light that is reflected
Hear me out
Can ya hear me out
Can ya hear me out
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
I wanna do it again
I wanna do it again
I wanna do it again
Ya terrified
Ain’t gonna go blind
Ain’t gonna go blind
Here we go
If you make sure you’re connected
The writing’s on the wall
But if your mind’s neglected
Stumble you might fall
Stumble you might fall
Hear me out
Stumble you might fall
Stayin’ alive
[u]Interstate 5[/u]
Won’t someone try
Open up your eyes
You must be blind
If you can’t see
[i]The gaping hole
Called reality[/i]
Wanna do it again
I gonna gonna do it again
I wanna do it again
Come on
I’m gonna do it again
Hear me out
Terrified
Something ain’t right
Here we go
If you make sure you’re connected
The writing’s on the wall
But if your mind’s neglected
Stumble you might fall
Stumble you might fall
Stumble you might fall
[/url]I promised a story I did. Well RL is doing a number on my time.
I’m upset I can’t get back to Lost second season let alone writing 😥
I wish I had the skills to get to the meat of the story without having to go through set-up! 😡
From what I can see these are general story arc ideas.
Spoilers abound so watch your Six or six.
From webisodes, a resistance led by Tigh and the gang that led to confrontation that takes an “eye for an eye”. Hopefully also sports away Ellen Tigh.
Setting up a suicide bomber, to take a chunk out of the Cylon occupation.
Lee and dad fight it out over going back to get the misguided fleet, will leave some behind in body bags and by choice. Possible blow up of Peggy.
The Cylons, ala many sci-fi alien films, demand humans for breeding farms, which swells resistance ranks.
Baltar turncoats and lands a swivel chair position in the Basetar and some Cylon hot nookie but well I think he’ll somehow weasel his way back out into space with the fleet.
They get back on track in space toward Earth enough to end the season with seeing our solar system thus “jupiter’s eye”
Sharon gets Hera back (thank goodness’ cause i can’t stand to see anymore running against doors and crap.) They let her out of jail and the happy Helo family reunites.
Roslin returns as Prez and seer when the cancer reflares and on the ships they go.
Starbuck gets to be cylon girl toy until the brainwashing slips then back to prison she goes.
The typical faire of dragging innocents out of their tents.
Really, I know this is implausible but this is what i like to have seen.
Two fronts, resistance for decoy, masking a secret exodus off the planet, not the big we’re baaack…. insert big Cylon battle scene.
The oracle throwing both the resistance and Cylons out of the temple, kinda like Jesus clearing the temple, and BTW a younger oracle of course and not one hyped up on kamala and candles and stones. It’s a new Age nightmare, but well what do you expect from those that are limited in understanding in this field. Neutrality gives the best view.
Boomer of Caprica kills Cally, swipes the Chief’s kid and the new boy and Hera are raised together in a secret basestar with 100 Sharon nannies. 🙄
etc… etc.. etc… 😛
yeah, well I’m an old sadgeezer so my tastes are…old 😳
“Burning Down the House” the Talking Heads
“Beast of Burden” Rolling Stones
“Time Is on My Side” ditto
😆 😆 😆 😆
Oh, I just can’t BELIEVE people are the way they are.
Some signs of serious danger, Danger DANGER for this season.
RDM is doing his own like and dislike. Nothing worse than killing a show with that attitude.
Second, is it PTSD 9/11 that well, no one can really argue effectively anymore? I mean personal attacks are useless, this is from a person FINALLY learning this.
Next, To be bipartisan about a show, let alone life, is dangerous.
I mean, take the link I used earlier.this MPM has some points that are valid and well more interesting than a whole thread about bloody celery. That’s not seeing the forest through the trees. At least someone has balls enough to disagree over there in skiffy loves BSG drone land.
The fans there will micro-analyze EVERYTHING about this show.
Um, yeah…. skiffy will throw me off and let that slide. That’s fecked up.
So what if RDM walks away from bb’s with middle finger extended at times. So do I! half the posts are the little family greetings, and boring. Attempts of somewhat riveting posts and conversations are drown with old posters with huge signatures saying Hiya (fill in name)
You say it feels like family, well that family is truly dysfunctional trying to please RDM and wifey. I say feck that. If these webisodes are an indication of this season i say, you haven’t gone far enough.
You know the only glimmer of light in the webisodes is that Duck may not be such a goose by asking about the weapons in the temple. I’d throw their asses out too. I mean the Cylons may have been the trigger machine but those idiots putting weapons in the temple primed the gun that killed Duck’s wife.
If Duck turns pro-resistance there had better be some great persuasional words or I’d say this writer and writers have lost their touch. Better if Duck turns stoolie on them. That would be the only saving grace. If Duck turns pro-resistence, I’d scream you sold out; remaining neutral (my choice) is the best course.
It’s like the line, ” I may follow the rules of government and society but I’ll never follow them in my heart.”
It’s a grey area for the grey matter.
I love the fact that in the BSG anthill the worker drones WANT the same show, You know those hoping life remains peachy and talk their little life details, blissfully ignorant that the man they elected will destabilize the Middle East, bankrupt every echelon of our government to pay for his wars and that soon even our food will be too dangerous or too expensive for us to eat, while they argue about celery.
I’m reading Les Miserables by Hugo. Here’s a gem….
“The faults of women, children, and servants, of the feeble, the indigent, and the ignorant, are the faults of their husbands, fathers, and masters, of the strong, the rich, and the wise.
Furthermore, “Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providing instruction for all and it must answer for the night which it produces. If a soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not the one who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
I state the Skiffy, in their allowance of only those favorable to this show are creating the darkness and in some small measure, so are it’s writers and producers as well as ancillary family by rewarding their “peeps” and ignoring or banning the rest. They pick up common stones and toss away uncut gems.
Yes, the fight was long against those of Larson’s BSG but now there is no tolerance, that is just as dangerous.
My tastes run around the block and back.
My current movie is “Dark City”.
You know scary kid midget, “Shell Beach” and “SLEEP!”
Gosh I wish that worked in real life. I could go up to those that really need to shut the #$%^ up and say”SLEEP!”
Oh sorry, most are Sleeping, they are just talking in their sleep. 😈
It is preachy and not so peachy at times but some points should be notated.
This is BTW from Mr. Post-Modernist care of the scruffy BB
Link is here
[url]http://mboard.scifi.com/showflat.php?Cat=0&Number=2147372&page=0&fpart=1&vc=1&nt=2[/url]
Most of it is well pontificating but this is a gem….
“This feeling of déjà vu can be felt extremely strongly when one watches the episode Hand of God. Clearly this episode was done to appease the masses of sci-fi audience members that are easily impressed with the flash of Lucas’ Star Wars saga. In this case it would seem that Mr. Moore and Mr. Eick along with the crew of writers were feeling nostalgic for the internal attack on the Death Star in episode six of the Star Wars saga: Return of the Jedi.”
But honey they lift a lot from war pics and sci-fi and rework it. Right or wrong, it’s been done.
Ya have to consider they don’t have mucho time, they really don’t, RDM is a newlywed who came out of some sort of or sordid battle from his last go round. i don’t know, he also had a string of no goes. It does a man some damage ya know and well….
*looks around quickly and whispers*
“he and/or some of his writers are going through the ‘change’ midlife crisis, whatever.”
“The what? you may ask?”
*whispers back* “You know the male version of menopause.” It’s that time to switch cars, switch wives, switch hit if they want. It’s the time they realize that 1/2 there life or more might be over and they get scared. They want that extra oomph their all so fragile ego needs that come from youth. Oh you know trying to get all studly and crap but you know they can be more hormonal then women at times during this time.
Anyway, they operate not neccessarily in thereasonable realm, I mean really? The jealousy game? One of them plays the jealousy game at his age.
Tsk tsk tsk *and shakes her head.*
And found someone to play with!
Two things that the jealousy game could tell you about it’s players. One, they entered into the relationship in a short amount of time because they play the game to not only play power tug of war, they also don’t trust each other enough. The kind of trust that…yes….. comes with time.
This adolescent “drama” bespeaks of a lack of trust possibly in each other but also it may have started with one or both being dishonest with another. Thus once lies and deceits are introduced into an equation they are hard to dispel. Again, time.
I say lies and deceits because well, the time line of this particular courtship is off, if you follow what she says…..it is off.
So Point A is connected to point B but point A feels there is a failing pencil line, it’s not solid and well dammit he needs something so he partially erases in his mind the line between point A and himself and strikes for new unlined territory and finds point C. His mind muddies, numbed by the crisis, so he tries to draw another line, or really point C draws a line partway, he does the rest.
Does the ever fading line between A and B ever really fade? No. Does it have a bearing on current connect the dots. You betcha.
Does it resolve? Who knows?
How?
You guessed it, time!
Back to the manifesto another time, time for bath and bed.
Lullaby to all!
Oh just have a few pints, you and the Mrs. and then show us the real Saddy’s that you are!
No, guys this is fine! It’s better than what is cooking at skiffy. I mean you would think there is only one sci-fi show on well okay it is sort of but man, there are ipoding and webisoding like crazy. For what? may i ask that? This stuff is predictable, the webisodes more than predictable.
I can’t sit and listen to these people wax poetic about something easy to predict. In fact, they should really read some parts of this manifesto up there. He is spot on on a few things, but it’s anti- propaganda so they won’t.. I’ll put a few relevant phrases up in BSG spots and give him credit.
Drought, try a fresh ideas for a sci-fi drought, we’ve so thirsty we’ll drink tepid scummy water for it!
Well, may be not! 😛 😯
So, um Sad thanks for moving the casts to Google. My machine would straddle and choke me in my sleep if i asked it to download another software program.
And um are YOU going to wear the sad undies in the next cast, oh c’mon, it’s all about sellin’ and workin” it.
J/k! 😛 Of course, I see your lovely lady sharpening knives in the background to throw at my head.
.*I didn’t mean it, Honest ! Please don’t! I don’t like blood, especially my own!
“AAAAHHHHH!”
Actually my boss had Lost first season and I’ve been, well, hooked,
not sci-fi ,but you can see what THIS show is Emmy material; the writing at least in Season 1 is excellent and NOT 😯 predictable!
I enjoyed NA very much, not because he’s the token Arab, but because he acts with his eyes, in fact his whole body.
The eyes are the window if the soul and his say a lot. First of all the white under the iris bespeaks of a sad life but this life is a respite from that, (his nares tell me this) so I would say a recent life was very sad but he’s doing okay now in this one. Older women attraction is from loss of maternal young, again not in this lifetime.
This is a good balancing lifetime for him, I’m pleased for him.
he has a child’s eyes, very gleeful, he’s LOVES what he’s doing he loves whom he’s with and all is right in Andrew’s land. Can’t get any better than this.
For once someone secure that is arrogant at times especially recently but yet I have hopes his love Hershey will keep him humble. Arrogance has killed more souls and created more problems than you can possibly know…
As a parting gift, because you’ve been such a good captive audience and because a clean breast of it is needed to move on with life as I know it.
You will receive a 2.3 to start 3.
New incarnations will have short une and short deux.
Now, as to lay to rest, any questions, or bad feelings, I will erase all of this from me., a purge. Your core of 1.2 will remain core, no sweat. Some will vacillate because of the nature of material but well what have you to be concerned of, you are saved, what care you of ethics? You should if….IF… you hurt someone in your struggle to find yourself, all things make the circle, to destroy a life is like shooting them in the head, karmically it is the same.
To take life without remorse. I pity you.
Write me a eulogy, sir, and for all others who have fallen in your service.
Let not all of this be in vain.
[quote] maintain the same opinion about all entertainment, for the most part. I think the directors and producers should spend less time revisioning yet another version of a popular historical fiction and more time supporting new ideas or ideas that have been neglected. I get sick of the way they turn down new and original ideas from unknown artists and writers simply because they are unknown and there is too much of a capital risk involved.
[/quote]Amen to THAT bro, let me tell you it’s an incumbent world in which we live. Why? Because we want to close our eyes and sink into an illusion of security while running new ideas and those brave enough to think them out of town on a rail. Or worse steal those new gems and feck them up. It’s happened to me.
You know rough ideas can be beautiful diamonds with the right craftsman. If you strike an uncut diamond wrong it shatters into a million pieces and becomes worthless.
I mean there was a writer’s wife on a BB of a show on now bitching to high heaven her husband wasn’t being paid enough. Okay, yeah may be but c’mon, hit show, I’d take the money and say “Thank you, please, may I have some more?”
So it didn’t cover her pedicure: I’d like it to buy groceries for cripes sake.
And that’s the rub, these people care about keeping the highlife exclusive and yet talk on fan BB’s. they don’t belong there. Sure answer questions but don’t cry to me about YOUR LIFE being rough.
And it taints and drives the fans, some will want to hang out near the “in crowd” but most we feel well, why should i contribute, no one will listen to me when so and so is here unless i say something complimentary or controversial. Gosh, that’s just horrible.
That’s why * here’s the sadgeezer kiss-up* 😛 this BB is special because it’s fan based, fan run, if the big peeps stop in it’s not to take residence here, they pop in and out but they don’t set up threads and expect us to kowtow and if they do I hope the saddest geezer of them all would say, feck no, we’re all equal here.
You try living on my salary for a while and still find free time to write and then bitch about money. Try rolling pennies and eating peanut butter, which i may be allergic to, for a week and then whine about being paid.
Feckin’ selfish idiots!
SHEESH! 🙄
*Counts 1….. 2….3..4. 5…. oh to hell with it!
Let’s have a beer. 😆
[quote]I think it’s a foolish waste of time and money, as well as self-glorification by fat, spoiled multi-millionaires with no better ideas to work with so they have to redo old ones for profit.
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Well, yeah, but the TV and movie industry has seen rot set in in their creativity department. I think it’s in direct correlation with how removed they get from sci-fi sadgeezers like us.
Sure it’s easy to for them to think they are THE sci-fi event if they surround ourselves with others whom just tell them what they want to hear, be it spouses, colleagues, or the networks. However the truth is more complex than that.
We are even in the minority because we post, most of the “masses” don’t even do that, but if given the right impetus they will make themselves heard.
Don’t ever lie to the little man. Don’t come across as anything but yourself, then you have nothing to fear.
But getting back to this, I LOVE ST TOS, i found the other incarnations sans movies quite cold like the vacuum of space. i appreciate the intellectual exercises of TNG, Deep Space Nine, etc… but these are people that lost touch with lessons attached to suffering and hope quite a long time ago.
They just worried about which script girl to frack without their wife finding out. 🙄
So yeah bring on anything from TOS (within reason)
Acorn Media puts them out. try Amazon, or well anydiscount webstore. I used DeepDiscount DVD before.
😆 😆 😆 😆
Oh my gosh, you had me laughing.
Well, I was all ready to do the deed then well, I got to watching The English Patient, did a little drooling, and then one thing led to another and here we are,no story.
I did have a dream i was fracking Jimmy Stewart, and eeeuuuw he was old. He was in love with me and well, it was bizarro.
I promise I will get on the story soon. Is that acceptable MS. Frey 😉 ?
I had a dream recently. I was a chef at a posh 5 star hotel where the “stars’ hang out and i made a buffet of food (which were really ideas) and well all types of industry types were there and, like at a buffet some picked and chose tidbits, some gorged themselves.
The comment was, “everything is so delicious.”
I saw members of BSG as i ducked in and out filling tables but they only got glances as I sped off to the kitchen.
Some demanded to see the chef or to know what was in dishes.
I refused.
While filling a dish, i was spotted, they gave chase but i ran through a fire exit to the courtyard below and lost them.
I make old songs new to me again, “Baba O’Reilly”by The Who is one.
I find it hard to listen to some newer hardcore stuff, it’s kinda whiny if not downright depressing, i need upbeat stuff especially since I feel downhearted about what is coming to be. I mean the writers and producers spouses now take over fan BB’s (like theone i got thrown off of) that’s not right. it becomes a stage for all the things I abhor. This is not a voice for all then, those that wish to speak their minds are silenced or pushed into going along with the crowd to fit in. Just because Mrs. Mucky-muck says so?
Not hardly. I think she should concentrate on her fertility shots and leave fans alone and that goes for all her ilk. The boards are for fans not people with vested intersts in outcomes. If it remains that become a tool, a marketing tool. Information may be but conduct your little favorite fan club off public BB’s!
There is no last free vestige away from these people. No place to just say yes good, this is a good part, no this is not without some writers wife breathing down one’s neck with a new login name.
It’s just not right. You’ll never get numbers like that, even if you could get mainstream attention you’ll never keep them. It’s just wrong, it just feels so tainted, i want to take a shower now immediately after i go to sci-fi for info, I shudder and feel unclean.
Sorry rant city.
Back to topic, besides “Baba O’Reilly” FBS’s “Star 69” It repeats
“They know what is what but they don’t know what is what, WTF?”
which sums up what i feel this does to a fanbase. Regular people look to these idols they make for themselves thinking they are cool but these self-proclaimed paragons that are raised higher then us don’t know true suffering so how can they relate?
Now it wasn’t all bad but the reason the Doomsday machine was scary is because it looked like an alien machine and somehow biologic and ancient, this new one os like a modern day bomb, and the core well not scary like the old one. I like what they did with the shuttlecraft legs and the destruction of the Constitution but well the Doomsday Machine doesn’t scare me like the old one.
The second link is better but the new CGI makes the old, action bits seem choppy. Like the transporter changes, though.
The new CGI makes the Enterprise look like the movies but I miss the ghostly ol’ girl.Nope, not gonna fly. And it’s one of my favorite eps 😥 😡
Thanks Capt. If you know of anymore eps enhanced please pass them along. I have some definite favs I’d like to see, what about redoing BAAL in that ep, oh i forgot the name.
Thanks again! 🙂
The Battle of Evermore by either Led Zepplin or Heart does a decent rendition.
It’s lines like “The sky is filled of good and bad, mortals never know.”
Or, “The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath.”
Oh heck here’s a nice link.
For you LOTR fans it’s for that, but well its nice.
[url]http://www.geocities.com/Athens/2406/battle.html?20063[/url]
And you know timing is everything, balance and timing. This eps may be too dark for the new viewer, hell even the old viewer.
Instead of sexy, and the best, the critics be saying a show to slit your wrist to.
Ah, critics, they’re like a high priced whore: they look good, they are good at what they do ;they’ll make you feel like you are God on Earth…. until your credit card gets rejected. Then’s it’s on to the next john (show) 😯 😈 😛
Sorry Charlie, you made your peak or apex in creativity, try something else for a while. 😈
