Extreme Disappointment, brought to you by Kara Thrace's Special Destiny
Frak Battlestar Galactica!
First of all, who the frak wrote the season 3 finale, Ron Moore's acid-dropping intern? I mean, come the frak on. You seriously expect us to accept that Anders, Tyrol, Tori and Tigh just magically hear "All Along the Watchtower" and that's how the Final Five super special cylons become self-aware? And that music-video-esque montage where the poor dears spoke the lyrics out loud? Gag, blurgh, blech. So, you're telling me that the Final Five cylons, the very great unknown, somehow have "All Along the Watchtower" embedded in their consciousness, ready to start playing with a groooooovy sitar remix and bring them to awareness? Would that mean that Bob Dylan is the cylon god? And why, oh why, do they seem to be headed straight to Florida?
Every time Number Six spoke of God, this is apparently whom she meant.
Battlestar Galatica was once the best show on the television. But after the season three finale, we, the good people of Kara Thrace's Special Destiny, hang our heads in collective shame.
Hey! Roslyn is hallucinating! Hey! The nebula makes everything look all trippy! Hey, look! Gee whillikers! It's Starbuck, she's back, and her ship is magically perfect and she still has fuel! Hey, they found Earth and they're going STRAIGHT to Florida!
Frak me, Battlestar Galactica.
Frak me, hard. I loved you like I loved the perfect babysitter, and then one day the perfect babysitter showed up, flying high as a kite on the crack cocaine, and beat me with a tire iron until she passed out in a pool of her own feces and vomit. That's how I feel after this episode. e's back, and her ship is magically perfect and she still has fuel!
Frak me, Battlestar Galactica.
Frak me, hard. I loved you like I loved the perfect babysitter, and then one day the perfect babysitter showed up, flying high as a kite on the crack cocaine, and beat me with a tire iron until she passed out in a pool of her own feces and vomit. That's how I feel after this episode.
Frak Battlestar Galactica for sucking harder than an airlock with a hole in it.
