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.
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
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.