Tuesday, 16 November 2010

I've watched the ending of Battlestar Galactica finally and cried like a bitch for the most part. (The last two parts, to be precise.) I've cried when old Adama gets drunk and throws up in an alley back on his home planet and loots at the stars with the worst smile imaginable, reminding me so badly of my dad, the stargazer, the old man, small and alone with too many memories and not quite so many friends... I cried when Mrs. Rosslin died, at last, having found Earth indeed... I cried when Starbuck's husband's remains fly off into the sun, thinking that I would love the General if he was reduced to a beating heart in a jar... I am crying still, in fact...
aw, bummer.