Not that this statement represents anything that we would consider news. Still, I found the Baltar Cylon Detector, to which this result was given:
SCAR
You are SCAR.
You’re not just a Cylon, you’re a Cylon spaceship! And you’re also their very best fighter, with more human kills than any other raider in the Cylon armada. You’re a crafty (and rather mean) devil, and every fighter pilot in the human fleet has it in for you. No worries, though: floating around space waiting for hapless vipers to fall into your trap means you get to skip all those annoying Cylon staff meetings.
Though in that thought, I wonder if Moore and Eick ever considered what word to use in place of cunt? Or better yet, imagine Ricky giving a speech like this:
Frak this court. Frak Jim Lahey. Frak Randy. Frak those two idiot cops right there. Frak suit dummies; as a matter of fact frak legal aid. Frak Danny and Terry’s Buffalo Chicken Wings. Frak all the old wood in here. Frak the moon, frak corn on the cob, frak squirrels. Frak me, frak you, frak everything!
It still has the same punch for me. But again, thus is the life of being a dork. A geek. A nerd. Or any other fucking word to describe someone who is both intellectually gifted and a complete social outcast. The old man (not this old man) tells me I’m just an individualist. Nothing like another signpost to the increasing conformist nature of a freedom depleting society. 1984 here we come.
But anyway, enough politics for now. I’m still seething from the suspension of the Jeff O’Neil Show for buying heroin. Bah. They’re back on.
Rather, as we’re now less than 48 hours from the last new episode of Battlestar Galactica before the ‘writer’s strike’ episode hiatus, I better get to the business of what I was trying to get to last week (though I just had this little introduction).
Hybrid: At last, they’ve come for me. I feel their lives, their destinies spilling out before me. The denial of the one true path, played out on a world not their own, will end soon enough. Soon there will be four, glorious in awakening, struggling with the knowledge of their true selves, the pain of revelation bringing new clarity, and in the midst of confusion, he will find her. Enemies brought together by impossible longing, enemies now joined as one. The way forward at once unthinkable, yet inevitable. And the fifth, still in shadow, will claw toward the light, hungering for redemption that will only come in the howl of terrible suffering. I can see them all. The seven, now six, self-described machines who believe themselves without sin, but in time, it is sin that will consume them. They will know enmity, bitterness, the wrenching agony of the one splintering into the many, and then they will join the promised land, gathered on the wings of an angel. Not an end, but a beginning. - Razor
Found this over at Taj’s. Not so much of a meh-me as it’s open ended. Kind of. The premise is simple. Offer one quote that resonates with you. Without further adieu:
The Cylon War is long over, yet we must not forget the reasons why so many sacrificed so much in the cause of freedom. The cost of wearing the uniform can be high, but…
[very long pause]… sometimes it’s too high. You know, when we fought the Cylons, we did it to save ourselves from extinction. But we never answered the question “Why?” Why are we as a people worth saving? We still commit murder because of greed and spite, jealousy, and we still visit all of our sins upon our children. We refuse to accept the responsibility for anything that we’ve done, like we did with the Cylons. We decided to play God, create life. And when that life turned against us, we comforted ourselves in the knowledge that it really wasn’t our fault, not really. You cannot play God then wash your hands of the things that you’ve created. Sooner or later, the day comes when you can’t hide from the things that you’ve done anymore.
Cmdr. William Adama, Battlestar Galactica Miniseries
Yes, yes, I’ve quoted this great line ad naseum on this blahg. Meh. Deal with it. It resonates with me. The quote sets the tone for the whole series, and the show is a virtual mirror to my life here in Vancouver. I see parallels with family, friends, the state of my life, political situations, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. And the show stems from this speech, the one Adama never intended to give, initially.
As for tags, I refrain, but anyone who chooses to do this, please give a linkback.
Case in point. Today. And even aside from the fact I had to work at my ‘job’.
Take into consideration:
Liverpool lost to Chelsea in the Champions League semis.
UGGGHHHH (added insult to this… shit scum Man U. got through to the final).
Montreal went down 3-1 to the Broad Street Bullies.
UGGGHHHH
And just to make third time the charm, an until now, thought to be boxed model of chrome toaster (for conspiring to divide humanity) has now re-emerged, set to continue it’s traitorous ways. Where the fuck is an airlock when I need it?
However, there is a silver lining to the monsoon cloud hanging over me. Hint number one, there will soon be much less Fe in my life.
Not that any of this takes me as a surprise though, but lately I’ve been reflecting on how much hope I’ve had in life back in the old school days, and how that hope has been absolutely let down by the reality of my world. Life is a war, plain and simple. Chrome toasters are everywhere. Anyone could be the final Cylon (yup, I can draw many parallels between Battlestar Galactica and my life. But today took the cake.
Apparently, it seems that financial service company CSR’s are now allowed to call my mother a whore. I’ll admit something myself. I’m not one for the niceties. Hell, if you read this blog regularly, you know I don’t pussyfoot around shit or treat people with a satin cloth. I tell it like I see it. And if the truth hurts, if the truth sucks, SO BE IT. I can understand that a good chunk of people don’t have the bollocks to deal with me. But to make the snide and spineless remark about the person that gave me life, well, thems fighting words.
Needless to say, I’m pressing said corporation (who I will leave nameless for now) to fire that CSR. Frankly nothing else will really suffice in my point of view. My Gods, I would love to write the course of business etiquette to have an open discussion as to ‘appropriate response to a customer service person calling your mother a whore as a retaliatory strategy’.
Is it just Vancouver, or is the world really getting this bad?
Well, seeing the events of this past week once again the reflection of my life in the Bucket, I find the words of Helena Cain very fitting for the nature of my soul. I know she commanded the Beast, but meh. It still works. As such:
You know this thing used to sit in our mess and eat our food, and listen to our stories. Didn’t you? You just sat there… listening to us, pretending to be our friend, didn’t you?
“The Cylon War is long over, yet we must not forget the reasons why so many sacrificed so much in the cause of freedom. The cost of wearing the uniform can be high, but… sometimes it’s too high.
You know, when we fought the Cylons, we did it to save ourselves from extinction. But we never answered the question ‘Why?’ Why are we as a people worth saving? We still commit murder because of greed and spite and jealousy, and we still visit all of our sins upon our children. We refuse to accept the responsibility for anything we’ve done, like we did with the Cylons. We decided to play God, create life. When that life turned against us, we comforted ourselves in the knowledge that it really wasn’t our fault, not really. You cannot play God and then wash your hands of the things that you’ve created.
Sooner or later, the day comes when you can’t hide from the things that you’ve done anymore.”
