I am working on something(s) of more substance, which I hope to have completed before my stint is up.
But…
well, see, I just finished season three of BSG, and…look, I know y’all have done this to death and it’s so six months ago, but o, you of all people do understand, don’t you? o please say yes. I’m DYING. (not till JANUARY?!?)
–Okay. Well. Look. Just two things.
1) Trying to not give away spoilers here, but um didn’t that last, or rather the second-to-last…revelation sort of freak people out, I don’t just mean in terms of character or plot, I mean, y’know, existentially? Because (no, I have not had any spliff, shut up), if you think about it. Nobody really knows who or what we are, or where we came from, or whether there really is a neon pinkish light that glows at the base of our spine when we’re really excited. Because, even if there is, apparently no one tells us these things.
2) On a more serious note:
Where’s all the booze coming from?
No, seriously. They kind of sort of explained the Incredible Replenishing Food Supply, at least when it wasn’t anymore, and then they all had to harvest a shitload of algae, and now all they’re eating is algae loaf and algae soup and algae in the basket with algae sauce. Okay.
But, they NEVER run out of booze. Apparently.
Where’s it coming from? Are they all just drinking algae beer and algae martinis now? But even -before- that.
Sorry to go all Althousian on y’all, but. I’m asking you, cause you know about these things…