*no words to describe shrieks of horror*
Mar. 7th, 2004 04:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWHY? Why does Megan's MSN account log in when I'm on mine? WHY must I keep on being spoken to by her little friends?
Worse, why must I find out terrible things like this:
ooooo yea n anova important fing did u get off wiv 1 ov jake's m8s??????????????
After translating that, I've discovered that Megan may in fact have a lovelife. *primal scream of fear* Worse, she talks about it in text language. Who uses correct apostrophes. But that's not the point.
Who is this 'Jake?' Worse, why is Megan snogging one of his mates? Oh, sorry, m8s?
She is out at the moment. I will kill her when I get home. And I'll break this lad's legs, as well.
...
I came on planning to squee excitedly over what may be My New Fandom, and now it's all traumatic...
Last night, I was a bit traumatised. See, they're getting rid of Colonel Jack and making him General Jack. I thought I was going to cry, I really did. I bewailed fandom in general. They Messed With My Favourite, and that's unforgiveable.
So, after that I went to bed. Wrote a bit, started on monster essay thingie for Open Scrolls. (I'm an idiot to have signed up to write the bloody thing, so sod the revision lark now...) And then I fell asleep. Twelve glorious hours later, I got my grotty self out of bed and showered, and when I got out mother plus friend had taken over the dining room. So, that was me off the computer for a while, since I have better things to do than listen to Cathy having a midlife crisis. Of I toddled upstairs.
"Hmmm," I thought to myself. "I have nothing to do."
I considered going to steal Megan's copy of Finding Nemo, but then a better idea overcame me. I have a copy of Battlestar Galactica! Mum borrowed it from a friend, since we don't have Sky Movies and can't watch the new version. I used to be a proper sad 11 year old fangirl of the original series, so I have fond memories of leaping about in terror of the Cylons.
Egads.
Abso-bloody-lutey stonking. I loved it. I was sat there entranced for most of it, although it did drag somewhat in the middle. The people are all so real! The terror, danger and desolation is terribly obvious, and it was just... wow.
And Starbuck is wonderful. I don't care she's a woman anymore. I don't care Boomer is a woman, either. Because she rocks too. And she's EVIL! She's a Cylon! Dude!
That's actually my one criticism. There's very little similiar to the original, although I was chuffed when they used the original music. But the Cylons are... y'know... Cylons. They're cool and funky space dudes. But now they're not. Although Cylon bird (I actually missed her name. Bad newbie!) is scarily attractive.
But yay. New series! I am a Converted Fangirl. Thank goodness.
It was all good. And now I'm hungry and sister (AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!) is home. Confrontation time...
Actually, one last thing. Email has been sent out re: Collectormania. Get back to me! Please?
~Hathy_Col~
Worse, why must I find out terrible things like this:
ooooo yea n anova important fing did u get off wiv 1 ov jake's m8s??????????????
After translating that, I've discovered that Megan may in fact have a lovelife. *primal scream of fear* Worse, she talks about it in text language. Who uses correct apostrophes. But that's not the point.
Who is this 'Jake?' Worse, why is Megan snogging one of his mates? Oh, sorry, m8s?
She is out at the moment. I will kill her when I get home. And I'll break this lad's legs, as well.
...
I came on planning to squee excitedly over what may be My New Fandom, and now it's all traumatic...
Last night, I was a bit traumatised. See, they're getting rid of Colonel Jack and making him General Jack. I thought I was going to cry, I really did. I bewailed fandom in general. They Messed With My Favourite, and that's unforgiveable.
So, after that I went to bed. Wrote a bit, started on monster essay thingie for Open Scrolls. (I'm an idiot to have signed up to write the bloody thing, so sod the revision lark now...) And then I fell asleep. Twelve glorious hours later, I got my grotty self out of bed and showered, and when I got out mother plus friend had taken over the dining room. So, that was me off the computer for a while, since I have better things to do than listen to Cathy having a midlife crisis. Of I toddled upstairs.
"Hmmm," I thought to myself. "I have nothing to do."
I considered going to steal Megan's copy of Finding Nemo, but then a better idea overcame me. I have a copy of Battlestar Galactica! Mum borrowed it from a friend, since we don't have Sky Movies and can't watch the new version. I used to be a proper sad 11 year old fangirl of the original series, so I have fond memories of leaping about in terror of the Cylons.
Egads.
Abso-bloody-lutey stonking. I loved it. I was sat there entranced for most of it, although it did drag somewhat in the middle. The people are all so real! The terror, danger and desolation is terribly obvious, and it was just... wow.
And Starbuck is wonderful. I don't care she's a woman anymore. I don't care Boomer is a woman, either. Because she rocks too. And she's EVIL! She's a Cylon! Dude!
That's actually my one criticism. There's very little similiar to the original, although I was chuffed when they used the original music. But the Cylons are... y'know... Cylons. They're cool and funky space dudes. But now they're not. Although Cylon bird (I actually missed her name. Bad newbie!) is scarily attractive.
But yay. New series! I am a Converted Fangirl. Thank goodness.
It was all good. And now I'm hungry and sister (AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!) is home. Confrontation time...
Actually, one last thing. Email has been sent out re: Collectormania. Get back to me! Please?
~Hathy_Col~
