I Heart Battlestar Gallactica

We just purchased the third season of Battlestar Gallactica to watch on DVD and, WOW, the first disk was SO very awesome. There are some downsides to watching television on DVD (namely the long wait between seasons, but that happens anyhow really), but I have to say that I really think it is the best way to go. What is not to love about those all-night marathons where you just HAVE to watch one more episode before bed. We are trying our best to ration this one out bit by bit to savour it and not become non-functioning zombies at work the following day.

So anyhow, I love BSG, that goes without saying, but I was thinking how my favourite characters tend to be the deeply flawed ones, with a strong mix of good and evil in them. Dr. Balthar is a classic example of this, but I think my favourites overall are Colonel Tigh and his wife Ellen. Watching these two self-destruct together is truly a mesmerizing and heart wrenching experience. They are both deeply flawed and together they can be a toxic combination, and yet in spite of it all you can tell that they both truly love and take care of one another. One of the best scenes in the entire show in my opinion takes place I think on the 4th episode of season 3, where certain truths are revealed between them, with seeming inevitable and tragic consequences. It seems certain that things will get a whole lot worse from here before they get better, if ever they do. I think that it will make for a fascinating side plot line anyhow. So yeah, go Colonel Tigh, I love you, you rock!

Baby vs. Technology, Round 1: Baby 1; Laptop 0

So, I've heard about the terrible twos and all, but we really didn't need the early preview. We've been gradually trusting the little monkey more and more with a variety of stuff. Probably, that was our first mistake (or more likely, one amongst many). So anyhow, we've pretty much made the computers off limits altogether except under close supervision by mum or dad, but for some reason we let our guard down today and admittedly the computer was sitting in a place that it probably shouldn't have been. Still, did the little monkey really need to pick the thing up and smash it forcibly towards the ground? We watched this unfortunate turn of events from across the room in a sort of nightmarish slow motion, unable to stop it in time. The effect of this action upon said laptop was pretty much inevitable, though no less painful for us to observe. Several distortions and multiple cracks now mar what was previously a blemish free and unobjectionable screen.

We've tried to replace a broken screen on a previous laptop we had and our experience with that one was that you're better off purchasing a new laptop altogether. So that sucks pretty badly under any circumstances, but just now happens to be a particularly bad time for it. To add insult to injury, the little monkey got a hold of my glasses after lunch and ripped open one of the frames, popping out the lens and bending it up pretty badly in the process. My husband thinks that he can fix that one and I am hoping that he is right. How much destruction can one child really cause before afternoon nap time? The answer: a lot.

The husband just got back from computer store with a new laptop. and according to him they didn't even try to sell him the 2-year warranty. In the salesman's words, "Nothing covers 2-year olds".

And So It Begins...

It would seem logical that for my first post, I ought to explain the title for the blog. In a nutshell, my two favorite movie genres tend to be zombie/monster movies and Jane Austen style period pieces. My husband seems to think that this makes for an interesting contrast, and I feel as though the title, 'Zombie and Prejudice', expresses this dichotomy rather nicely. Lucky for me, it wasn't taken already by somebody else who thought of it first. Like most people, I have a wide range of interests and influences in my life, so I am hoping that this blog will not fit too neatly into a ready-made category, such as mommy-blog, knitting-blog, book-blog, movie-blog, food-blog, outdoor enthusiast-blog, etcetera. I guess that we will find out soon enough how that works out for me, assuming that I don't grow bored of the entire process, thus allowing the blog to suffer from an premature death caused by neglect. At any rate, I remain hopeful at this point that the blog will fare better than my garden herbs did, but I suppose we will see.

Anyhow, I will attempt to keep entries on the shorter side, such that updating the thing is something that I can conceivably fit into a busy working mom schedule without it resulting in the sort of all-consuming time black hole that online activities invariably seem to end up becoming for me. I will talk about a variety of random topics and interests that happen to be on my mind at the time. Probably, no one will give a damn or read it;I can accept that. The idea is mostly that the process of writing the thing will be cathartic in some way, reduce stress, blow off steam, give me something to do after the monkey goes to sleep, and perhaps be a source of amusement and embarrassment in later years, to be read ironically on shows that highlight the inane things that we wrote in our younger years. Thankfully, I destroyed my childhood journals long ago, but thanks to the internet, any embarrassing missteps in this blog can live on forever in cyberspace. I guess that's life. Enough rambling though, this blog entry is now over.