Yard work. Errands. Two X chromosomes. Yeah, there's a lot of reasons I shouldn't even consider attending a sci-fi convention. Then again: CHIEF!
ADDED: Three things. First, whaddaya gonna do about Helo? So gorgeous, so dumb; a real space himbo. Second, if you go back and watch the original mini-series, Apollo addresses Laura Roslin as "sir," the show's term of respect for all superiors regardless of sex. Since when did he start calling her "ma'am?" And finally, Hot Dog is a real-life Olmos? And Howard Keel's grandson? Fascinating.
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Himbos, I no know about.
But, after watching tonight, I think they need to change the show’s name. Just can’t seem to decide between Pornstar Gallactica or Battlestar Erotica.
Pornstar Galactica or Battlestar Erotica? Hmm. I'm pretty sure movies by those names are running on Cinemax this very weekend.
And is it my imagination or is Blogger's word verification getting incredibly, comically long? I've written whole posts with less letters.
Seriously! It’s like the last name of a NYC cab driver.
Coupled with my DUMB-ASS long username of makethelogobigger, every new post is one more trip through the carpe tunnel.
But I soldier on and do it for the people – because I’m one of them.
I'm going to make a zillion dollars selling "Himbo" T-shirts on cafe press.
Seriously.
I have to fess up here; "himbo" -- I'm pretty sure -- is an old Seinfeld reference. Remember when Seinfeld references were funny and innocent? Oh, those were good times.
Gold, I tell ya...
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