Battlestar Galactica was fantastic tonight. It really astonishes me how god damn good they are. It wasn't nearly as intense as last week, but it was some damn interesting sci fi. lately it has been more military than sci fi what with the whole new battlestar, xylon attack thing and all. But this one was as real "how about this shit?" type of awesome SCI FI. Like Ender;s Game: "How about if the war for the future could only be won by tortured children and suicide troops? How about that shit?"
Sound familiar? God damn.
I worry a lot. I worry right now that we are in the end times of sorts. I worry that 2006 will be another 1929. I am afraid it will be a 1942. I'm worried it is going to be some year 800 or whatever the fuck year the Battle of Tours took place. And if you don't know what the Battle of TOurs was, go and fucking find out right god damn now, because it is terribly important to your current position in life. let's just say you might have a slightly different opinion of burkhas.
What if this is the beginning of a new ice age, out of which our anscestors will dig up our old 40gig ipods where they lay 40feet below the surface, and hear Three 6 Mafia's "Poppin' My Colla" like a handprint on a cave wall, a graceful athlete on a clay urn, a fearsome gargoyle on a stone parapet.
Shit on me.
Sound familiar? God damn.
I worry a lot. I worry right now that we are in the end times of sorts. I worry that 2006 will be another 1929. I am afraid it will be a 1942. I'm worried it is going to be some year 800 or whatever the fuck year the Battle of Tours took place. And if you don't know what the Battle of TOurs was, go and fucking find out right god damn now, because it is terribly important to your current position in life. let's just say you might have a slightly different opinion of burkhas.
What if this is the beginning of a new ice age, out of which our anscestors will dig up our old 40gig ipods where they lay 40feet below the surface, and hear Three 6 Mafia's "Poppin' My Colla" like a handprint on a cave wall, a graceful athlete on a clay urn, a fearsome gargoyle on a stone parapet.
Shit on me.