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Help. I Think I'm a Rockstar.

Musings of a former rockstar-in-the-making who sold out to The Man and now collects regular paychecks in corporate America and gets to eat more frequently. Views on music, travel, culture, relaxation, politics, toys, and other general bullshit.



And now for something completely different...
Friday, September 5, 2008

Yes, I can write about things that aren't related to politics or business travel. Watch.



I'm a whore for Battlestar Gallactica (henceforth "BSG"). Like, big time. That, of course, referring to the reimagining on SciFi as opposed to the "cheese factor #9" original 1978 version. I didn't get on the bandwagon until about two months ago, when a good friend of mine (and the producer/engineer who's studio I'm about to go into) paid it forward. And now I'm a whore for it.

Some reasons, in no particular order:

1. The show added the word "frak" to my lexicon. It means exactly what you think it means. Now I can drop eff bombs in front of my 3 year old niece. Frakking rad.
2. I'd frak 77% of the characters in that picture. I'll let you decide for yourself which ones wouldn't get any action.
3. The writing is impeccable. Unlike most network shows, I honestly have no frakking idea what will happen next. That's unique.
4. Art mirrors life, and the story lines, SciFi'd up as they are, are relevant to some of today's most important frakking issues.
5. The special effects are more realistic than the most recent Star Wars movies. Frakking serious.

There are more. And yes, I said "frak" or "frakking" in each. And that doesn't bug me.

If you are at all curious, I strongly recommend picking up season one and giving it a shot. The first "episode" was actually a miniseries, so get ready for about 2.5 hours in one sitting. Quite a lot is covered in the miniseries, so watch another episode or two before deciding if you're into it (and you'll be into it). And most importantly, AVOID SPOILERS LIKE THE PLAGUE. Don't read forums, don't watch videos of panels at Comicon, don't even read the full wikipedia entry. A big part of what makes it frakking ridiculous is the element of surprise. Trust me, and have patience. You shall be rewarded.

That's all for now. Peace, out.


Currently in Memphis, Tennessee
Currently listening to Imogen Heap - Speak For Yourself

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posted by Dustin @ 5:55 PM,




2 Comments:

At September 24, 2008 at 12:20 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

not edward j almost or whatever his name is and that dude in the back on the right and the dark headed chick. lol

 
At September 24, 2008 at 11:50 AM, Blogger Dustin said...

Wouldn't you like to know? ;-)

 

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