And another thing!

On my way to work this morning, there was a pool of dog urine in the middle of the sidewalk. I can accept dogs peeing on every free-standing object (people included) on the street, but do they have to pee right in the middle of it? This was in the middle of a sidewalk that is currently overhung with scaffolding. There were a million supports that the dog might have urinated on if he wanted to make his mark.

Anyway, my digust led to me thinking the following:

I hate dogs. They're smelly, slobbering, shedding, suck-tastic pets. What are they good for, really?

A beat.

Well, I guess they can sniff out Terminators.

And that was enough to ameliorate my feelings of ill will towards that particular dog that urinated on the sidewalk. Like an animal.

(It should probably scare me that excuses based on fictional worlds are all that keep me from killing shit most days. Ah well. We'll see who's crazy when the zombie apocalypse comes.)

This is my commentary on the name change

From EW:

One can't forge a destiny without being beholden to all the baggage that comes with the name. I get all that. But if you're gonna change the name, then CHANGE THE GODSDAMNED NAME. Don't half-ass it. Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid. (I'd have liked The Mansquito Network, but I'm in the vast minority.)

...I would have voted for "The Mansquito Network." I've said it once, I'll say it again: there will never be another Sci-Fi, SyFy, or Whatever-Sells-to-the-Norms Channel Original Movie with a better name than Mansquito.

Just say it aloud: Mansquito. It is officially the name to end all names. It certainly sounds better than a network moniker that closely resembles a venereal disease...

Also: NO. If you're not responsible enough not to change your name to the STD Channel for non-nerds, you don't get to retell Alice in Wonderland with the people who did Tin Man.


(One more BSG tidbit: The Cylon-centric stand-alone movie The Plan was directed by Edward James Olmos. I love you, Daddy Adama, but stay on the other side of the camera from now on, okay? The movie will also apparently change the way we see the series so much we'll all have to watch it over again. Somebody check me on this, but did they say the same shit about Razor? 'Cause, ewww no.)

Do you WATCH this show?

Leave it to me to ignore the significance of a bunch of TV actors getting to speak at the UN in favor of goggling at this:

Incidentally, am I the only one still rooting for [Starbuck] and Captain Lee “Apollo” Adama to get together for more than just a quickie? Given that Lee’s father, the commander, already thinks of Kara as a daughter, their union would make family gatherings, like their equivalent of Thanksgiving, all the more pleasant.

Yes, I know that my family reunion was much more pleasant this year after I hooked up with--and brought as my date--my dead sister's ex-fiance. Oh, how we laughed!

SRSLY U GUYZ, THE SPACE INCEST HAS INFECTED EVERYBODY. Stop stop stop.


(And yes, I know it's not technically incest. However, our incest taboos are much more about avoiding sexual relations with people we've been socialized to accept as our family than it is simply about not fucking people genetically related to us. It's the socialization aspect--two people socialized to be siblings, say--being overturned that really gives people the squick.)

Nononononononononononononono

I managed not to scream aloud at work, but my heart all but lurched backwards away from my computer screen upon reading this.

I can breathe. I can. I can breathe. The deadly, deadly DEADLY SPIDER OUT OF NOWHERE can't hurt me. It's locked up. In Oklahoma. It would have to kill a lot of people to get to me. However, I'm less than sanguine about the reality--brought to my attention in that article--that this sort of thing "happens all the time." As in, insects and arachnids frequently hitch rides on produce; it's just that the "DEADLY AS FUCK" bugs tend to be the exception.

On one hand, I know this happens. I learned all about invading species in my Australian biology class. They have a huge problem with invading flora and fauna. However, living in Australia, they're more likely to be killed by the plants and animals that fucking evolved there than the invaders. (Stinging trees might wound humans like whoa, but they can't compete with prickly pear for ground space.) So the thought of STRANGE BUGS COMING AT YOU is sort of less of a big deal.

On the other, HOLY SHIT, SOUTH AMERICA NEEDS TO KEEP ITS CRAZY KILLER EVERYTHINGS TO ITSELF. I'd like my produce dipped in arsenic or something, please. If it kills me, too, well, at least I won't have to worry about spiders out of nowhere.

(I'm not such a bad person as that. I do recognize that the only reason we import food from South America is because we exploit their cheap labor and fertile soils. But no matter how high the price of produce now, I'd cheerfully pay double for the guarantee that no Brazilian Death Spiders are riding shotgun on my fruits.)

Diminishing Returns

As this season of Supernatural has gone along, I've not missed the anvil-laden clues that, well, the apocalypse is coming. For real and for true. All the Winchesters have died at this point, so since we have no other heroes on this show, it's time to literally F up the planet in order to generate suspense/anticipation. So, okay, bring on biblical armageddon.

Except, what do you do for an encore? ( I wonder? (Some spoilers for the last episode.) )