Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Spoiling Your Appetite


Okay, now that we have that out of the way, let me say...2008? 2008?!?!!??!?! You gotta be kiddin me! After a "meh" season 3 (I heard someone say it's turned more into a space opera than a space battle) and the proverbial load blowing at the end of the finale, we now have to wait nine months to see another minute of BSG? Shenanigans.

Which reminds me: Pat, I need your cell number again, as I think I texted "2008?!" to your old 573 number, which I believe is now owned by a pair of 12-year-old-girls. I doubt they understood the message.

But yeah, what does this absence say about season 4? Are they doing the 24 approach and wanting an uninterrupted season? Are they just trying to write everything in advance for what seems like the show's last season? Are they in negotiations with the network, meaning things could fall through and we could be sans season 4? So much drama, and we have yet to step in front on the camera. Hmmm....

But let's get down to business, shall we? But where to begin...

The Final Five - Okay, so Tyrol, Tigh, Tory, and Anders are supposedly four of the last five, after hearing "All Around the Watchtower" throughout the ship and all meeting together in one of Galactica's rooms, which would be freaky if you were one of the four. But are they Cylons? My first thought was no (oooooh, how brave, right?). Here's why:

On New Caprica (along with every other instance), these four were pretty much the embodiment of the resistance against the Cylons. What better way for the Cylons to fuck with the humans than to make these four question whether or not they're a toaster or not (was I the only one holding their breath when Tory and Tigh stood next to their respective number ones, thinking thoughts of season 1's finale?).

But this could also be written that they are. Every time they show the final five, they're always robed in white and glowing. I also thought that they could be an anti-cylon Cylon, meaning that they're the Cylons who have been decreed to help guide the humans to Earth and protect them against the remaining seven, and these are definitely four people you can count on to stand up for the human race. I don't know, I've always been a big fan of the religious undertones of the show. We shall know in time, I guess.

And then there's the last Cylon. Once I saw Gaius' attorney pull a Keyser Soze and leave Galactica, I'm sure alarms were all going off in our collective heads of knuckle. Maybe he did it for the sympathy vote, but he just seemed TOO smooth of a character throughout the trial. Now I could go into a bunch of other ideas of who the last Cylon is, but this post is already getting too long. So new subject...

Starbuck - She's baaaaack. And not a moment too soon. They couldn't keep her written out for too long. I don't think she's a Cylon, but there are some weird religious/greater picture gears in motion. What happened when we saw her blow up? Maybe she transcended this plane or something, but I don't think she's a Cylon, as she was in her Viper and plus, how would she have been able to get out of whatever Resurrection Ship/planet she reanimated in? Prohpet? Maybe. Looks like we're following her Viper to Earth, regardless.

Okay, after reading the above material, I feel if I kept going I'd start rambling incessantly because I can do so easily with this show, and I know I haven't even touched Gaius and his fate, so if you'd like to continue this discussion at a later time, I'm game. Hit me up, fooligans.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Philsophizing While Peeing


Anywho, this was written above a urinal at a downtown bar in Albuquerque. It was practically begging for its picture to be taken. So I obliged.

Peep the New Digs, Kiddos

So I figured a)it's been 100 posts or so and it's time for a new look, and b)with baseball season upon us, what better colors than Cardinal red and white? Maybe Tony La Russa orange, but I think this one works for now.

Great news: I've quit the grading job at night, so Greg now has his nights all to himself once again, and it's a beautiful thing. Expect more fun to come your way over the next few days and beyond, as I have some catching up to do (and plenty of material to keep me busy). I do apologize for the lack of posting, but "creatively drained" pretty well summed up how I'd been feeling.

Oh, and I have a very fun surprise for you coming soon. For several days, I started writing a list of some of the words our 10th graders are misspelling. I thought it'd be fun to put them all together into one long composition. The results were far better than I expected for compiling it in such a short time. Sadly, I left the list at work after transcribing it, but prepare to soon weep for the future. Here's a tasty sample:

sochuld - should
pubeade - puberty
grrll - girl
cud - could

I know, I know......................I know. This would be sad if it wasn't so pathetic. Enjoy the rest of your night, fooligans, we'll talk soon.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

All Work and No Play Make Greg a Dull Boy

I apologize for my lack of posting these last few weeks. I recently started a second job grading competency exams for the 10th graders of Texas, so I find myself with precious little time to sit down and be creative. I can't get into details thanks to their confidentiality agreement, so let's chat on a more private channel, some of these kids' answers have been high-larious. You really see the full spectrum of writing ability, from the really good to the really, REALLY bad.

Trust me, I haven't forgot about you, but Greg has been stretched pretty thin. And then weekends have been recently full with random goings-on and painting the town red spending our CW money, which is why I'm crashing in the next few minutes. I don't know how much longer this will last, as I have a great idea for a non-fiction screenplay competition along with me and my friend's fiction screenplay we're working on for another competition that I really need to get working on, but I'll keep you posted. Plus, we need to finish our series on the Cardinals (and yes, even a pandering post for you, Comrade). So until we talk again, have a good night, fooligans.