Who can take down a fucking Predator? William Adama, that’s who.
“Let’s keep things in perspective – it was an easy winter.”
He thought of the foals they’d lost. Breathing labored and desperate. Eyelids too gummed up to open. Hot blood draining into cold snow.
He thought of the job they’d botched. Hyperdrive malfunctioning in subzero. Automatons screaming in death throes. Too few minerals for too many men to two-time `em all.
He thought of what this life’d cost. The honor. The glory. The woman.
“Easy winter? Hombre, there ain’t no such thing.”
Welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE! This is the spot for sharin’ our survival tactics, the showcasin’ of wares we’ll be relyin’ upon to survive the workweek. `Cause it’s lookin’ bad out there, folks, so if we’re goin’ to keep the gaspipes from our lips, well, then we’re goin’ to need something to keep us gaspin’ for oxygen!
I’ll start this rock’n’roll dance-off!
Holy shit. I hadn’t even contemplated the return of Gaff. But here we are! Getting it!
I miss Eddie James Olmos and his utter and unrepentanting ownage as motherfuckin’ Billy Adama, savior of the human race. Oh Battlestar, how I weep for you when no one is looking. Good news!, for my pathetic ass. Motherfucking Edward James Olmos is joining a pretty outrageous cast for the next season of Dexter.