battlestar galactica

My brother and I watched Battlestar Galactica when we were kids. We were Star Wars freaks and it was just more of the similar. (I remember a Newsweek or Time cover with BSG on the cover and the big headline: Son of Star Wars.)

I don't remember much of the original show.

Kassie and I started watching the new SciFi channel "reimagination" of BSG.

Remember when Life cereal decided they needed a new Mikey and the new Mikey was... a girl? That was almost predictable, huh? Well, on the new BSG, Starbuck is a woman. Wow, what a twist. That's fine, though. I can certainly live with that.

I'm having a hard time understanding what the fuss is about with this one. We're only the pilot miniseries and two shows into the first season and I'm already sort of annoyed with the acting, the plotlines and the consistency. Does Mr. Terrorist, played by the original Apollo, have huge name recognition and a big following among the people, and is, therefore, dangerous? Or is he nearly forgotten, wasting away in prison for the last twenty years, therefore in need of getting his name out there again? (Um... where???)

I don't know. I want to like it and I pretty much do, but I thought it would be smarter than it seems to be so far.

So, I'm asking the four of you: Have you seen it? So you watch it? Does it get better? Should we continue to watch it?

the grunt

then: 0-1

now: 86-40, so far

bleh

After my morning piece of work on Monday, I took sick time at work. I had a low-grade fever, a sore throat, and a cough.

My fever broke last night and I'll go back to work tomorrow. I still don't feel well, but I'm hoping that by tomorrow morning, I'll be OK.

Monday I'm going to the Instruction Center for an as-yet undetermined amount of time to assist with the classroom portion of new student training.

The Instruction Center has gone through significant changes since I worked there last summer. I believe IC in the process of an overhaul, so I'm not really sure what to expect in the way of personnel, general atmosphere, etc. I haven't really been in the Instruction loop for the last several months. But as far as what I'll be doing, I don't expect it to affect me too much.

I'm looking forward to it.

pride

Kassie and I went to Pride today. I forgot my camera, which made me unhappy for a few seconds. My phone filled in, not at all admirably.

We met a friend of Kassie's and her friend for the parade. I actually like parades, but not the ones at 7:00 in the morning. This one started at 11:00.

When the view didn't look like this,
we saw:

cowboys,

dogs,

Mike driving a bus (the stupid school bus!),

Doug handing out stickers,

Dana in a car (no picture),

many other people and things that won't go on my family-friendly blog, and

Al Franken running across the street to shake my hand.

On the way to catch a bus home, we saw

which is always nice.

mystery

Many, many thanks to the anonymous person who sent (?) me the Sprinkle Brigade's book, Sprinkle Brigade Volume 1. The package didn't even get properly postmarked, so I don't even know where it came from. Was it stamped, but not mailed? Who knows...

I can't really explain how delighted I am with what these folks have done with the simple dog dump, so maybe you should just poke around or buy the book and see for yourself.

update: Mr. Oblivious managed to miss that the book is from Dan and Teresa. Thanks!

turn it up and dig that groove, baby

honey bunches of oats is so good, you have to wear a hard hat!

ants

weekend getaway

After work on Friday, Kassie, Jeff and I drove to Savanna Portage State Park near McGregor, MN.

Here's our campsite:
And here's where Jeff wanted to be last evening:
The park ranger came by and told us there were severe storms headed our way. We decided that the cheap-ish tent I found wasn't going to cut it and opted to drive home last night. Jeff was pleased to leave, but we think he might be angry with us.

figures...

I started my bus for an eastbound trip on the 2 today.

Apply brake, start bus, put into gear. Put into gear. Put into...

The bus refused to go into gear. I noticed the CHECK TRANS light was on.

I shut the bus off to give it a couple minutes to think about what it had done.

Retry. Nope. It would not go into gear.

Call Control. They're sending a new bus, please let them know if I get mine moving.

I tried a few more times. I got a bite to eat. I tried a few more times. And I kept trying because I just knew that a mechanic was going to show up and it was going to go into gear. And I'd be some kind of idiot.

The mechanic showed up. He started the bus. He put the bus into gear.

DAMN IT! I knew that was going to happen.

I got a two-hour break out of the deal ,though.

mean as a bedbug

Today I saw a guy get pulled over by two cops on horseback. Is that embarrassing? I think I'd be too amused to be embarrassed or mad.
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Yesterday, a guy got on my 11. He was a bit drunk and his face looked like someone had dragged it across the sidewalk.

He told me his ex-wife sent him to get his card so he could get her cigarettes, and threatened to leave if he didn't. The 11 goes by Hennepin County Human Services.

I asked him why he cared if she left, since she was his ex-wife.

"She's five-foot-two and mean as hell! She told me that she wants cigs, drink... I have to take her to dinner and buy her tennis shoes!"

I laughed.

"She's mean as a bedbug! If I don't comply, this is what happens!" He pointed to his scabby nose.

Ouch.