Galactica 1980

by meanlouise on August 25, 2008

in Galactica1980, true life 2007

I have been promised really, really good painkillers next week. No more of this woosey Vicodin crap. We’re talking narcotic lollipops. This means that it may at last be time to face my arch-nemesis. No, not Wolf Blitzer. Galactica 1980.

I’m about to go totally meta here, and quote from that previous post about why you don’t want to try this at home:

Here are the original posts from that first little (mis)adventure, to help newer readers understand why they shouldn’t try this [watching Galactica 1980] at home. Not without first undertaking a rigorous training regimen. And possibly lobotomizing themselves with a number 2 pencil.

Remember people, I watch so you don’t have to. I am a trained media professional and this is the big time. You should not, I repeat, not, try this at home.

And if you do, I’m not responsible for the psychological carnage. Nor will I come to your home and scrape the fetid remnants of your anguished soul off of your rug.

1) galactica 1980 marathon, part I (caution: new series spoilers)

2) Cousin Oliver gets kicked to the curb; or, Galactica 1980 marathon, part 2

3) Mormons, or, Galactica 1980 marathon, part 3

4) Galactica 1980 marathon, part 4, wherein I talk about Knight Rider instead because I still haven’t been able to bring myself to finish watching episode 5

5) Galactica 1980 post part 5; I only wish the 6th episode starred Janeane Garofalo and David Hyde Pierce

6) And, if you got through all that, a bonus post, at no extra charge: The Big Score, and a minor Battlestar Galactica (new series) spoiler

(Original post here).

The DVDs are standing by. If anyone wants to undertake this mission with me, drop me a line. Be warned that you aren’t getting your mitts on one of the lollipops and you’re going to need to know me fairly well to be allowed to babysit.

I’ve created a category for Galactica 1980 posts. Just because I could.

Incidentally, it’s not generally wise to post that one will have even a small quantity of a desirable drug on one’s premises, but since one of my babysitters is a Federal Agent you might want to think twice about, well, anything you might be thinking. Plus, if I’m in as much pain as the doctor promised, I may personally kick your ass to defend my stash. Just saying.

{ 4 comments }

Faith August 25, 2008 at 2:11 am

Just ONE lolli?? Pweeeeeze!

rebecca August 25, 2008 at 9:43 am

I thought you had your own? This is party is BYO. :-)

Faith August 25, 2008 at 4:21 pm

I definitely have stuff I can trade. ;)

rebecca August 26, 2008 at 7:01 pm

I feel ripped off, I didn’t get the lollipops. Actually, I feel like ripping someone’s head off because I didn’t get the lollipops. This stuff just isn’t doing the job. On the other hand, it’s giving me something to complain about…

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