I’d heard that BSG is a lot better now than it was in the 1970s so I thought I’d give it a try. Whoever put that box set together should be taken to the woodshed, though, because there’s this miniseries that they include with season one. So if you’re on netflix it is apparently impossible ever to order the correct disc to start out with. Or perhaps that’s the point — don’t try this with netflix — and the person who put the box set together is a genius.
Anyway, the bit I watched (before deciding that something was wrong and I needed to reboot) looked halfway decent. But I miss the 1970s vintage Cylon-Raider spacecraft.
Uggh. The lad brought it home for the weekend, and the rest of us had it by Sunday night.
I really don’t see much need for comments on this blog. (If you want me to benefit from your thoughts, send me an email. If you want the rest of the world to see your thoughts, set up your own blog and link to whatever it is here that you are commenting on.) But I couldn’t figure out a way to configure that when I set this blog up. So we have comments.
In lieu of actually tending to this blog, perhaps offering a thought or two to the marketplace of ideas, I will fall back on the time-tested strategy of cat-blogging. Here is a picture of Kowalski (l) and Rico (r).
As of this writing, Rico has fallen into the filled bathtub once and Kowalski never. Although Kowalski did hop into the tub once when it was being used as a shower. He didn’t complain the way Rico had, but simply hopped back out.
As you know, I live a sedentary lifestyle; the only exercise I get is on my elliptical trainer at night, when I also watch movies (and occasionally TV shows) on the DVD player.
This being the new year, I have closed the books on last year, and here’s the hard data on 2006.