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.
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 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.
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.
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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