callsignhusker: (uh.)
2007-07-16 08:19 pm

ooc: Millicon canonshare

Hey, y'all. :) Millicon is, er, fast approaching, and according to the schedule, we get to show an episode of BSG between 11pm and 12am on Thursday night.

Which begs the question: which one are we going to show?

I'm planning on bringing my DVDs and my external hard drive. Between the two of those, I have everything current covered (except for the webisodes, but why show some of those when we can show an episode?).

My suggestion for the episode to show is 'The Hand of God' -- it's early on enough that people won't be too lost, and it's got nearly every in-bar character in it except for (I think) Leoben. Tone-wise I think it also does a good job of getting at why BSG is awesome and why everybody should watch it. *grins*

(And if not that episode, my vote is for either 'Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down' or 'Final Cut' -- the former because it's The Only Funny Episode, and the latter because I like the documentary style.)

Thoughts? Other suggestions? And a note -- even if you can't make it to Chicago, please chime in. :D That way it will be more like you are there!
callsignhusker: (what light)
2007-06-30 11:25 pm

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He's moving around a little better now, and doing well enough that soon he'll be able to leave the infirmary.

The front door is nowhere to be found.

There are only so many places you can go to walk around -- with cane, of course, and it hurts, but it's not nearly as bad as it was -- and so Adama finds himself out by the lake.

There's a very large and flat rock.

He leans against it, and feels a slight breeze ruffling his hair. The sun is warm on his back.

Bill lets his eyes close.
callsignhusker: (inner sanctum)
2007-05-04 11:47 pm

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Ellen Tigh is not a Cylon.

For Saul's sake, Bill is glad. But only for Saul's sake.

It's been about an hour since Baltar gave them the report, and only a little more than an hour since Adama found out that the president thought he was a Cylon.

Things have a way of converging, Adama thinks to himself, darkly. Not that there's ever a good time for the president to think the commander of the fleet is a Cylon, but the timing could have been...better. And now Ellen Tigh is here to stay.

Don't frak with me, Bill. Gods.

None of this shows on his face as he gestures to the chair in front of his desk. "Can I get you something to drink, Madam President?"