Battlestar Galactica: This Week in Space
Here is this week's roundup of the Sci-Fi Channel's rocking space opera Battlestar Galactica, from notes I took last night from deep within a liter of Johnny Walker Red Lable. (And here are the other weeks.) Could be spoilers, could maybe not be-how would I know?
- Ooh... Jesus Doctor in kinky bondage funtimes with Secret Cyclon lady!
- Bondage funtimes with Secret Cyclon not really so fun.
- Wha? Jesus Doctor's harem invaded by gay bikers from The Road Warrior? Where is Lord Humongous?!
- Hey, Chief Fatty Q. Workingstiff! Your wife is space food. Didn't anybody tell you yet?
- Silly pilot lady... You can't land on your nose!
- Bleachy Cyclon's in Doctor Jesus's head-Are we still doing that?
- Raid on the temple! Turn over the money changers' tables! Cliche complete!
- 23 minutes in and STILL NO BLONDE TOMBOY SPACE GIRL!
- Gravel is for rustic driveways, Miami Vice. You don't eat it.
- Old Eyepatchy wants Bleachy Cyclon to be his Oprah friend and tell him what it's like to have so many deaths on her bony hands.
- Chief Fatty Q. Workingstiff: "I settled! I settled for that freak! Those dull fracking eyes!" You are a mechanic with a studio apartment and you want to get the hotties? It's space, fatboy. Not Long Island.
- Eww... Old Eyepatchy's eye! Haha... Bleachy just beat the shit out of you!
- Blonde Tomboy Space Girl... Where are you?? ::sniffle::