Monday, September 11, 2006

Good Times

You are looking at a new Battlestar Galactica fan. Or, at least, you're looking at her blog. I'd watched the mini-series and the first disk a few months ago, but after a promise to LiznChris that I would be caught up and ready to geek out with them for Season 3, I finished season 1 this weekend.

I think I fell in love with the show when Number 6 talks Gaius into believing that he's an instrument of God. The slow pan away from him as you take in that this man, who is ego personified, now thinks he's the hand of God.. well... Brav-freakin-O, Battlestar Galactica. The season finale made me scream (not like that, pervs).

If I was in prison, I'd totally walk around the exercise yard holding Battlestar Galactica's pocket.

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Yesterday at church, I was forced to spend at least 5 full minutes of Patty telling me, and everyone sitting around her, how hysterically funny and clever I am. Of course I just stood there, sipping my orange juice and scuffing my shoe. What I *didn't* say, is .. Garsh, thanks Patty. You're entirely too school for school, yourself.

Also, I should go to church every Sunday if that's what I'm missing on the Sunday's I sleep in. If you guys ever want to feel good about yourself, go talk to Patty. I'm gonna start calling her when I feel blue.

Plus, I got to sit next to Tony & Kaylee, which did me some good. Let's say my heart was a cold stick of butter. Watching Tony and how much he loves his little girl was like putting me in the microwave for 5-10 seconds. Can you guys believe he like, coaches T-ball now, has a mini-van, and can hear Kaylee crying when she's in the next building? He's such a great dad.

Maybe God can also change my black, bitter heart.

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Daphne At Work (her official name) asked me what she could do to help me stop smoking. Since she is in PR, I told her that if she can get Vin Diesel to personally call me and ask me to stop smoking, I'd do it. Because I'll always do what my future baby daddy wants me to do. (but secretly I'm totally gonna tell him only if HE stops smoking, therefore saving his life and giving us many more years of The Diesel. I'm like, way committed to his health and stuff. I don't know why he hasn't married me yet.)

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ANGIE WENT TO THE DOCTOR AND THEY ARE PRETTY SURE SHE'S HAVING A GIRL!!

Wheeeeeee!!!!

5 Comments:

Blogger Patti's MomBlog said...

Sorry if I embarrassed you, Cookie. But I meant every word I said! You're cool, even if you DO wear crocks! :)

2:59 PM  
Blogger woodlayson said...

EUREKA!

12:48 PM  
Blogger Cookie said...

The show? The feeling? What?

Liz is crazy.

Thanks Boopsie Poo.. tee-hee

4:17 PM  
Blogger woodlayson said...

It's just a great word. And yeah, I'm excited you've joined the cult...er, club.

The Gaius/God scene. Was that the one where he was leaning on the railing of his imaginary balcony looking like a crucifix? Because that was perfect.

10:40 AM  
Blogger Cookie said...

YES!!! That was it. Wasn't it perfect, though?

I love that show.

5:02 PM  

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