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Posts Tagged ‘helo and I go way back’

Oh my Gods, it’s the end. At least I’ve already died once so I’m prepared for it. I don’t have a lot of time while we travel at relativistic but subluminal speeds to the Colony, so I’ll be fast.
This idea that we’re all Cylons and have been all along? Total bullshit. [...]

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I haven’t watched season two nearly as much as the other seasons, so I’m happy to have the chance to catch up. And to make this a little more speedy, I’m going to liveblog it.
We start right where we left off, with Bill Adama lying the CIC after getting shotted by Boomer. Tigh’s [...]

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Can we all agree that last week was awesomecross? Let’s! I mean, it was also pretty horrible (Anders is braindead, after all — FOR NOW), but overall? Awesome. Anyway, last night I was having a chat with the Admiral about where we go from here, which was kind of weird because [...]

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Look, um, all that I ever wanted was to be an officer o­n a Battlestar. Okay, I trained my whole life, trained harder than anyone in my unit. Basically, I put my life o­n hold until I was assigned to Galactica. Then the Cylons hit. And I realized that this is all that [...]

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(The Admiral has issued an executive order for me to write this post.)

He is noble and loyal and always does the right thing.
He’s an excellent trainer.
He has the healthiest marriage in the fleet.
He can do basically any job on the Galactica, and he pretty much has.
He’s frakking dreamy, square-jaw and all.
He has the smoothest [...]

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Oh my Gods, you guys.
Okay. There hasn’t been much focus on me so far this half-season, and that sucks. Which is why I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that tonight’s episode will involve yours truly as either an A or B story. I’ve been obvs irritable since Earth-time, [...]

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In a grand return to the patchy scrapbook of my consciousnesses, season 2 introduces my first death, my second identity crisis, and my diplomatic skills. Let’s begin when Starbuck tried to kill me when I was hanging out with future husband-assumed (God (one), Helo is hot). She was clearly just jealous.

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So I was so ready to get some video going for this post, but it turns out that the set-up Gaeta left me with is crap.  And he just jetted off to the Zephyr to get some well-deserved R & R so I can’t in good conscience (yes, I have one of those) call the [...]

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At the beginning it was so simple. I either was or was not a cylon. I knew or didn’t know. My sisters and I shared our memories or were sleeper agents. Ah, life was so simple then.
Miniseries//
On Galactica: Boomer – Oblivious
On Some Base Ship: Number 8 – Clearly a cylon
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On Galactica: [...]

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