My Time Among the Vampires
I received a free T-shirt today when I visited the Red Cross and and unloaded some spare blood I had sitting around. Sadly, the folks at the ARC passed up the obvious but perennially hilarious gag, "I gave blood to the American Red Cross and all I got was this lousy T-shirt," instead handing me a T-shirt bearing the likeness of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. In quotation marks was written "I have a dream," and below it was the unquoted phrase, "We have a dream to save lives." The whole episode was not without levity, though, as the volunteer who handed me the T-shirt said, "They're all the same size. One size fits some." Ha ha!

Go give blood, you selfish bastards. Yes, I'm talking to you, Guy, you fucking coward.

Deus Ex Machina
The BTW Forums have once again disappeared with neither warning nor explanation (this is no way to run a railroad); so, I shall do my soapbox bitching here. This evening's installment of Battlestar Galactica set a new standard for lazy writing. The maniacal Admiral Cain needed to be gotten rid of, both President Roslyn and Commander Adama agreed, but assassination is such a morally messy business. How to kill her while keeping our "heroes" from getting blood on their hands? I know! Let's have the Pegasus's version of Number 6, a Cylon saboteur for whom we are supposed to feel sympathy because she was raped and tortured by Cain's evil crew, kill Cain! Deus ex machina, baby! Great day in the morning, this is what passes for "great science fiction" now that Star Trek has been murdered? Bog help us all.

In any event, I'm tired of complaining about Battlestar Galactica; so, I'm just never going to watch the show again. I'm sure someday I'll go back and rewatch the miniseries and the first two episodes, "33" and "Water," but I'll never watch another new episode. Like Lost, I'd put out my own eyes before watching Battlestar Galactica again. Fuck you, Ronald D. Moore.