Battlestar Galactica, Rant, and Virginia
Time Magazine names Battlestar Galactica Best Show of the Year.
"Most of you probably think this entry has got to be a joke. The rest of you have actually watched the show."
This article is a bit old, but it is still bright in my mind. The quote is a beautiful, true, telling statement.
I've been watching the show since the miniseries. I enjoyed it. It's damned good drama that happens to be science fiction.
I reccommend it to people.
Then I hear a story related to me by a friend, so it could be innaccurate. An old acquaintance of mine hadn't seen the series. He heard good things about it, and had been planning to purchase the dvd set. UNTIL. Until his roomate talked him out of it. "Dude! Two words! Pregnant Cylons! That's not Battlestar Galactica! I ain't watching that shit! Neither should you!"
Ok. Let's put aside the whole 'make your own decisions' angle. Let's just bitch about the roomate for a second.
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
You haven't WATCHED the series, you DON'T FUCKING HAVE A CLUE what's going on. You declare yourself as the WORST kind of prejudicial moron by your statements. I don't care if you're a "purist" or if you just tell yourself those two words and think it hokey bullshit. The show easily stands on it's own merits, regardless of the fact that it's loosely based on a 70's tv show.
That kind of 'judge a book by it's cover' nonsense rankles me badly. My housemate Al refuses to watch the first Blade film (even though he saw 2 and 3, and liked 3). REFUSES. "I don't like the idea of the movie. I thought it was a stupid comic book character."
But you watched 2 and 3, and LIKED 3. So what the fuck is your problem? You have no excuse except that you are seriously acting like an idiot, Mr. Turns on Air Conditioner in the Dead of Winter.
Ok, rant over.
So I went to Springfield VA yesterday. Client has been putting off a meeting to go over issues that the remote sites have for weeks now. Stuff that I KNEW was going to be a problem eventually if it was not taken care of proactively.
So Thursday night something blows up at the Springfield VA location. I get the call at 9:30am, spend three hours trying to troubleshoot it. Nothing is as it should be, and I declare that an onsite visit must be approved. It is, and I prep to drive down.
My boss calls me up. "How are you getting there, flying?"
"No, taking my truck."
Without missing a beat, my boss asks, "Will it make it?"
I pack up whatever I think I need, spare clothing, grab the remainder of my savings that was supposed to pay for taxes, and start driving.
I shanghai Nam in the city, drag him down with me, put him to work when we get onsite. Finish the work, grab a bite to eat, and hustle to a hotel, sleep some, back at the client site around 7:50am... finish the work. Then another client has issues, I spend an hour remotely troubleshooting that. We head to another client site in Rockville MD for a courtesy visit, log some problems there (unresolvable until Monday when the third party vendor's tech support is open), and head home.
Crawl in around 9pm. Eat some food. Watch Battlestar Galactica.
Watching Stargate SG1 now, then sleep.
Tomorrow (or rather, later today), Underworld Evolution with as many folk as I can lay hands on.
Peace...
David
"Most of you probably think this entry has got to be a joke. The rest of you have actually watched the show."
This article is a bit old, but it is still bright in my mind. The quote is a beautiful, true, telling statement.
I've been watching the show since the miniseries. I enjoyed it. It's damned good drama that happens to be science fiction.
I reccommend it to people.
Then I hear a story related to me by a friend, so it could be innaccurate. An old acquaintance of mine hadn't seen the series. He heard good things about it, and had been planning to purchase the dvd set. UNTIL. Until his roomate talked him out of it. "Dude! Two words! Pregnant Cylons! That's not Battlestar Galactica! I ain't watching that shit! Neither should you!"
Ok. Let's put aside the whole 'make your own decisions' angle. Let's just bitch about the roomate for a second.
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
You haven't WATCHED the series, you DON'T FUCKING HAVE A CLUE what's going on. You declare yourself as the WORST kind of prejudicial moron by your statements. I don't care if you're a "purist" or if you just tell yourself those two words and think it hokey bullshit. The show easily stands on it's own merits, regardless of the fact that it's loosely based on a 70's tv show.
That kind of 'judge a book by it's cover' nonsense rankles me badly. My housemate Al refuses to watch the first Blade film (even though he saw 2 and 3, and liked 3). REFUSES. "I don't like the idea of the movie. I thought it was a stupid comic book character."
But you watched 2 and 3, and LIKED 3. So what the fuck is your problem? You have no excuse except that you are seriously acting like an idiot, Mr. Turns on Air Conditioner in the Dead of Winter.
Ok, rant over.
So I went to Springfield VA yesterday. Client has been putting off a meeting to go over issues that the remote sites have for weeks now. Stuff that I KNEW was going to be a problem eventually if it was not taken care of proactively.
So Thursday night something blows up at the Springfield VA location. I get the call at 9:30am, spend three hours trying to troubleshoot it. Nothing is as it should be, and I declare that an onsite visit must be approved. It is, and I prep to drive down.
My boss calls me up. "How are you getting there, flying?"
"No, taking my truck."
Without missing a beat, my boss asks, "Will it make it?"
I pack up whatever I think I need, spare clothing, grab the remainder of my savings that was supposed to pay for taxes, and start driving.
I shanghai Nam in the city, drag him down with me, put him to work when we get onsite. Finish the work, grab a bite to eat, and hustle to a hotel, sleep some, back at the client site around 7:50am... finish the work. Then another client has issues, I spend an hour remotely troubleshooting that. We head to another client site in Rockville MD for a courtesy visit, log some problems there (unresolvable until Monday when the third party vendor's tech support is open), and head home.
Crawl in around 9pm. Eat some food. Watch Battlestar Galactica.
Watching Stargate SG1 now, then sleep.
Tomorrow (or rather, later today), Underworld Evolution with as many folk as I can lay hands on.
Peace...
David