Tuesday, January 22, 2013

One Year Ago Today

kara thrace and her special destiny

the bbc america reruns of battlestar galactica worm their way onto my dvr, and watching the show two or three at time late at night when i should be doing something more important, i am struck at just how goofy and badly-constructed the whole thing was.  they had some cool episodes during the first couple of seasons, and the military/submarine fetish was fun for a while, but since they started with no fucking idea what they were doing and their leader ronald d. moore was an empty-headed tool, the wheels came off the cart pretty quickly.  the third and fourth seasons were awful, like they had nothing to do with the first two; the final-five cylon plot was easily one of the dumbest ideas ever on cable--and i include sean hannity and eric bolling.  killing the characters of tigh and the chief by making them cylons--an idea so fucking asinine that you have to wonder who exactly decided to let moore and his band of merry jerkoffs anywhere near a basic-cable tv show--pretty much destroyed a show that had gained so much from the excellent work from actors whose only previous jobs had been on canadian soap operas.  it is true that they had painted themselves--in reality were lead by moore and his toadies--into a corner of stupidity by all of the inanities heaped up week after week by moore, and the rest of the staff probably did their best twist themselves silly to clean up his stupid shit, but it was more than hopeless.  they had no idea what to do with many of the main characters, especially lee adama, and none of the interesting ideas were ever fleshed out.  by the time starbuck disappeared and came back without any sort of explanation that made any sense at all, well, they were fucked.  the rest of the series was a sleep-walk and some amazing, joyful scenery-chewing by dean stockwell as the cavils--seriously, why would the 'final five' make a cylon older than they were as a son?  so fucking stupid.  anyway, there was a hope in blood and chrome for some bsg-fun without ronald d. moore and his ideas so vapid and insulting that even tim tebow would say they're dumb, but we will not be saved.  we will be tormented by the insultingly stupid bsg forever, or at least until bryan singer fucks it up on the silver screen. 

over oversized lugs and max on the sax

is this the only free-range sax max-lugged frame out there?  if so, it is a rare beast for many disparate reasons; the internets don't spew up much besides this one.  it's pretty neato though.  a clearcoat thing mighta worked well on this one; the construction on the raw frame is sano, and the orange is great for a late-90's vibe.  i'm not a huge fan of the plastic enve fork on a steel frame, even if some of the illuminati preach that a proper custom steel fork would be overkill in this application.  it looks okay painted on the big frame.  i dig the dropouts, too, even though i usually prefer 1010b's.  i'd like to see some of these frames with the proprietary sachs fork crown and blades.  will these over oversized tubes become the new lugged standard?  bullshit or not? and whatnot.




i bet newt gingrich doen't know one thing about saul alinsky

i want to see one of the tee vee douchebags ask newt gingrich about saul alinsky.  does newt know one thing about him?  two?  who was alinsky?  what did he do in his life?  gingrich says alinsky was unamerican?  why exactly?  provide some details, newt.  was alinsky's life's work unamerican or quintessentially american, newt?  there's no way he could sensibly respond.  i doubt gingrich can even spell alinsky.  it's simply a dog-whistle for assholes as ignorant as he is.  if one of these village idiot blowhards had the brains to actually ask a decent question, the gingrich balloon would pop right then and there. 

your 2012 not quite a saab 9-3

it must drive the saab fanboys nuts that general motors is marketing an opel-derived and parts-sourced not quite 2012 saab 9-3 after letting saab blow up last year.  the regal gs is a decent car, with a couple of very obvious good saab ideas in the powertrain and all the looks of poorly designed and cheaply constructed 9-3.  a couple of rewrites from someone who's not a complete fucking dickwad along with the saab-haldex awd for the right price could make this thing a nice alternative to the nasty kraut cars.







jo pa's last exit strategy

cancer was joe pa's final exit strategy.  watching the tee vee buffoons trying their hardest to polish the shit off the pennsyltucky vatican, you can see the hope that the first lines of history about joe pa will be 'penn state football' and not 'serial child rape enabler'.  fuck them.  paterno was a rock-ribbed traditional conservative and a vile coward of the highest order, and today the only thing we know for sure is that paterno's last terrified thought was a panicky desire that there is not really a hell.

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