Tags: cylons are fracking lickable

|| AP:  Killer king

I'm in the basement, you're in the sky...

This weekend I'm going to get to see Neil Gaiman. It's only started really kicking in in the last day or so and now I'm sort of like !!! about it. NEIL. MEETING NEIL. I think I might faint, you guys. He's so !!!

I'll also be seeing Amanda Palmer on the same weekend and then again the next weekend. I feel so shiny and awesome. And tonight we're finishing Battlestar and that is pretty damn shiny as well.

Life is sweet. I'm kind of thrilled to be a part of it right at this moment.
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Does this mean I can stay the kid?

I talked to my little brother on the phone today. In my mind he's seventeen still but he's turning twenty-one in March. It's all wrong. He sounds like a grown up man-person and he's about six-four apparently.

He and his girlfriend have been together for five years in April, and he told me he's going to propose then. They're also trying for a baby.

My face = :O to every single thing in this post.

Although he's apparently a big BSG fan which means we have something in common for what might be the first time ever.
BSG: The ending of another day

We'll drink a toast in the torture chamber

Alina introduced me to the music of Jill Tracy, who I can't really describe other than she's sort of eerie, and 40's-esque, and writes songs with lines like but, my dear, it's worth the pain/when you're pulling your insides out and makes it sound deliciously elegant and seductive. So pretty!

Clare is watching BSG and I am listening to (well, reading) her various excited sounds over MSN to the things happening. It's great fun!

Last night Ness brought over 'A Very Potter Musical', recorded directly from YouTube (oh, technology!) to show us and we all almost died at how adorable Voldemort and Quirrel were together because they were awesome best buds. It was quite entertaining. (And they could all sing well, as opposed to certain recent renditions of RENT that may have hurt my ears.)

After we dropped Ness home, we drove up the hills singing along to Amanda Palmer and once there I got to see Christchurch all spread out and lit up for the first time since I've lived here. (I've only ever been up there during the day - It's very pretty with all the sparkling nighttime lights.) We also got the watch the moon rise from there while we ate licorice all sorts. Pretty damn good night.

Jennifer! This is for you :)
BSG: Nothing but aching thoughts

Because my journal is the place to vent

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So, in short? This season pwns me and Starbuck is still my hot hot girlfriend.

EDIT: THIS is the best BSG mechanise EVER. Well, okay, except for the LIFESIZE Centurion Robot (!!!) But then, that does cost $8500 (US) which is slightly out of most people's price range when it comes to TV show collectables.
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I for one welcome our new Cylon overlords.

I knew there was a reason I was avoiding the Firefox update that my computer wanted me to have. Why do computer things always try to make things 'easier' by making them more convoluted and complicated? Argh. Computers make me sad. This basically boils down to CIRCE DOESN'T DEAL WELL WITH CHANGE ON AN INTERNET LEVEL. I will, however, find a way to continue living.

What does not make me sad though is Battlestar Galactica. No, in fact that makes me very very happy. Sometimes in my pants. Raen and I are about seven eps into season two and have come to the mutual consensus that we would mostly definitely do Number Three (Lucy Lawless with blonde hair should be a travesty, and yet hel-lo.) and Starbuck. (Starbuck doing her thing with the boxing bag in 'Final Cut'? Hot as hell, baby. I love a woman who can kick arse.)

And Gaius. Can't forget Gaius, that narcissistic, womanising glasses-wearing fox of a man.

New sci-fi addictions make me a very happy young lady, I have to say.

And in real life matters, I believe there's drinking of a pirate-related nature at Sequoia's tonight? Maybe? If so then we'll be there, although I find myself far too lazy to do anything involving dressing up. I'll wear clothes, and that's all I can promise you.