My friend Rob has a post up at Tor.com entitled In God We Rust: Final Thoughts on Battlestar Galactica. When Rob mentioned that he’d written this, I was like, “Wait, you wrote more about how bad the Battlestar Galactica finale was? Geez, man, you’re like that character in Office Space, when they beat the crap out of the printer by stomping on it and hitting it with a baseball bat, and then the printer’s lying there in pieces and they’re walking away, but one of them is so overcome with rage that he runs back and starts pummeling it with his bare fists, and his friends have to drag him away. You’re that guy.”
So I just read the post, and it really is sharply observed, but now it’s got me all angry about the finale again. Man, that thing really was like a hundred-car pileup in the middle of Route Stupid, between the Dumbassville and Fuckwittown exits. And this whole time they’ve been teasing us with that whole “And they have a plan” crap. What plan? Plan 9 From Outer Space? There was no plan. Argh.
Anyway, go check out the post.
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