I’m going to ask Battlestar Galactica to Homecoming

SciFi Channel has been running a Battlestar Galactica Season 3 marathon for the last week or so. I learned about it yesterday and basically haven’t been productive since. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say BSG is the best show that’s ever been on television. I don’t mean the best SciFi. I mean the best SHOW. In ALL categories.

I don’t really want to write a thesis for why I believe this, because it’s really more of a belief than a theory. I FEEL it in my soul. I have reasons and they are many, but faith isn’t about reasons. It’s about… well, faith. It is also about robots, and space and being totally awesome.

I watched “Exodus” today and I cried (a little). No joke. There were tears. If you can watch that episode without getting misty eyed then I need to check your spine while you have sex because you are probably a Cylon. If it is at all possible I want Bill Adama (not E.J. Olmos) to deliver my eulogy. I want him to deliver it into the receiver end of an old telephone while my friends and family listen from tiny speakers in distant, cramped rooms. I want him to say what an honor it was to have served with such a man as me. And close it with, “Good hunting.”

If none of this means anything to you, then I have a gift for you. That gift is called happiness. Real, lasting happiness. And brotherhood. You will receive this gift when you watch the first 3 season’s of BSG on DVD (don’t forget to Tivo season 4 which starts TODAY (4-4-08).

I watched 1-3 through Netflix. Sometime 4-5 episodes a night. It was like delicious cocaine. This will be  the first season I see on SciFi and in HD. The bad part of that equation is the HD quality on SciFi through DirecTV is balls.

I also hear there is a special 12 noon viewing on SciFi.com today if you are so inclined. Once the first half of the season is over and we don’t any new episodes until 2009, I think I’m going to rewatch the series from the beginning. Then I’m probably going to repeat that process from then until infinity. So say we all.

Store Update: HELP!

If you have one of the “Roslin ’08” shirts, please send me a pic of you wearing it. It’s not for my personal naughty business. Its for COMMERCE!

This will be the first shirt added to the store, and possibly the only one from the old lot (unless anyone is interested in the Dumbldore Shirts).

FYI, I will use these pics in ads, banners, on the site, etc.



Battlestar Galactica T-Shirt - Laura Roslin for President - Roslin 08

I’m calling it right now.

Cally Tyrol is the fifth and final Cylon.

There. I said it. The gauntlet is thrown. What’re ya gonna do? Nothin. Deal with it.

Check out this “Last Cylon Supper” pic and blurb from io9.com (Gawker’s new scifi blog). I wonder if they served toast. I read the clues from Ron D. Moore and I’ve interpreted them thusly: The final-fifth is NOT in that photo (Cally is NOT in that photo), and he refers to Cally and Chief Tyrol’s baby as “seeming to be the 2nd human Cylon hybrid.” There’s your money shot. He SEEMS to be but he’s not. He’s the first biological Cylon baby.


Season four won’t premier until April so we probably won’t get confirmation on this for quite some time. Go ahead, and place your bets in the comments. I’m sticking with my theory (at least until it’s proven completely and utterly wrong).

New comic Tuesday and the realization of a dream

A pox has fallen on my house yet again. My wife was sick (really sick) all weekend so the comic took a backseat. It will be posted tomorrow morning.

Until then, here’s a sneak previews:


You don’t have to say it. I already know.  “Hotness.”
I apologize of you soiled yourself.

Number the also:

The shirts from the presale should have arrived or should be arriving soon. Please let me know how you like them and send me a pic of you draped in your new garb.

Cixous over at Livejournal (from the Battlestar Blog) sent me this pic:


I want to make sure everyone that bought a shirt knows how much it means to me. I worked really hard on the designs and I hope they become your favorite shirts. I’m still having a hard time comprehending that people in other countries are wearing things that I crapped out of my brain. The crap-brain boggles. Also, boobies. Check that out. You can’t go wrong.

Want your pic posted on this site? Go pick up a shirt and send me the pic!