i take back every single good thing i’ve said about this show. ever.
and still i end up empty handed.

i take back every single good thing i’ve said about this show. ever.
and still i end up empty handed.

i have a bad feeling about this.
there’s something ugly lurking underneath it all.
there’s got to be an explanation.
now i’m scared.
my hands are cold. really, really cold.
and i’ve got the whole night ahead of me.
and it has started to rain hard.
my hands…if only i could get my hands to warm up again…
and just like that, very quietly, a few minutes before midnight, all your walls come crumbling down.
you keep staring at a pair of words on the screen that do not make sense. at all.
this is not happening. this is not happening. this is not happening.
i can’t remember the last time something hit me that hard. wait, i do actually. and it ended very bad for me.
very, very bad.
i don’t want to go to that place again.
THIS can’t be happening.
i am destroyed. completely, utterly, infinitely, abysmally destroyed.
HOLY MOTHER OF MAGNITUDE!!!
HOUSE, stop killing me with the hot sexing!!!!!!!!!!!!!
good lord, i’m having enough trouble concentrating on my work as it is.
i don’t have time to be distracted by you having ÜBERHOT sex with a german girl.
(please do.)
n käskis seriaaligraafiku üles panna.
pean tunnistama, et olen ajapuuduses seriaalidest kaugele jäänud, aga siin on minu selle sügise graafik.
17. september – bones
17. september – fringe
17. september – the office
21. september – house md
21. september – how i met your mother
24. september – grey’s anatomy
vaatab, kas ja kui palju jälgida jõuab. tundub, et ainuke, milleks mul üldse praegu mingitki aega on, on BSG.
<3<3<3<3<3<3
and on we move to reason nr 2. (hey, that rhymes!)
now, first of all, there’s no such thing as trying to explain chemistry. so this little post is already failing in epic proportions.
aside from that, it has become clear to me that katee sackhoff can have amazing chemistry even with a bag of potatoes. this is by no means meant as an offence to the wonderful jamie bamber

i’m not quite sure how to start.
let me just get this off my chest first: battlestar galactica is not a show about dorky spacemen in even dorkier costumes who speak in a strange language and live in a spaceship made out of cardboard with the cute little robot thingy cracking jokes in the corner. no, no, no! forget all about the horrible sci-fi shows of the 70s.
ladies and gentlemen, meet the people (hehee!) on battlestar galactica.
so, guys, i’m going to introduce you to something that is so PHENOMENAL and so BIG and so ANGSTY that you’re going to be worshipping at my feet for the rest of your lives.
but
before i say anything more, i’ll let dwight schrute speak for myself