Sh*t you not, I was just about to give up on tonight's Battlestar Galactica episode. This was the conversation in my head:
"Christ. Another effing SPEC episode. Who gives a rat's ass about all these new crew members? I could write a better spec episode. Maybe I should watch it. Hell, why am I the only one bitching about this season of BSG? Is there something wrong with me that I just can't get into it? What do I want? I mean, I'm not some shipper, but at this point the only thing that would make me watch would be Adama and Roslin having some dirty toaster....DID ADAMA JUST SAY "YOU'RE ALWAY WELCOME IN ONE OF MY BEDS??????"
Ufh. More pleasure out of that sentence and Madame President's priceless reaction than in the whole Oscar telecast. OMG that was good. Now I've got to stay up watch the rest of the episode.
How much you want to bet that line was Ms. Jane "effin" Espenson rocking the starship? I think it was.
Have I mentioned lately I want to be Roslin when I grow up? I think I will be. I'll make myself some Roslin/Mirren combo that all the boys want to take orders from. How fun would that would be?
"Go ahead. Take him away. That's it....I'm thinking of having a good-old-fashioned book burning."
Eff yeah, Roslin.
DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR:
I had a moment during the "Woman King" episode where I wondered if the screenwriter read my blog.
FAMOUS PEOPLE'S DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR:
Do the people who win the Oscars think the people who lost don't have God on their side? Would they still thank God if they lost? Would that still be his will? Fully expected Jennifer Hudson to spout that elitist mumbo jumbo, but Forest? Sigh.
Roslin torturning Baltar right now. OMG. "I'm dying to read the ending...Gentleman proceed..." There's Six. "Perhaps you'll consider writing a blurb for my cover."
Beautiful. Nothing makes me happier than kick-ass storytelling.
"Extortion is not an acceptable form of protest...Chief. Uh-uh. We're done."