Barely got any sleep last night, for reasons I can't explain. I think I might forgo exercise today on the basis it might make me pass out.
Since I've been watching season 2 (which is an awesome season) of
Battlestar Galactica and I have an inordinate amount of love for
Battlestar Galactica: Razor, I've been surfing around looking for essays. My favorites are the paternal military man that is certainly not without his faults (Adama), probably the most kickass teacher in existence and religious strategist (Roslin), and one of the best examples of the fall from humanity into something raw and visceral (Cain). Starbuck and Tigh and that adorable little mechanic chick whose name escapes me at the moment are also ones I've grown fond of. So when I saw this awesome essay
about Razor in particular it all made sense to me. I mean, I haven't the foggiest clue how I would act at the
possible end of humanity, but I've a feeling I'd end up more on the well, inhuman side. >.> And well, I too was worried they were turning Cain into another "evil lesbian" because god if there aren't enough of those out there (or probably the most violent flavor, the evil bisexual, who can lure men too!). But so far the series has handled all manner of crazy things that combines my favorite bits of Trek (the technology, the organization, the really
commanding leaders) and Firefly (future imperfect, people still acting like people, natural accents) as well as spy movies with a hint of mythology. So heart.
My dad and I argue about the new Battlestar all the time, because ironically, when he was in college the original was out (which is furthering my suspicion I'm a clone of his that they messed up the gender on...). And he likes to watch things more for the military maneuvers and snark, while I am and always have been the character attached sort. I do like drama, but only if it's done well, really. Which is why I could never get into most medical or lawyer shows, because I kept having this sense of complete deja vu with them, plus, it gets annoying being able to predict the outcome (yes yes, I've heard of
House and I'll get to it one of these days). It's not that I'm an angst whore or anything, it's just good drama is more filling than say, a sitcom or purely an action series (not that I don't have my guilty pleasures there, but the older I get the more I like to be
engaged by the media I watch). We can still watch Trek and not argue, though. I don't care if it's a shiny utopian future,
Next Gen is classic. It's like the Gemini Program during the prime of our first Space Age--full of cowboys and lots of shinies. <3
Since my consciousness is altered when I can barely sleep, I might just take a nap now. Or write something. I did have to down caffeine to not sleep through Dynamics (which I hate feeling tired during, as I quite adore the professor, he puts an emphasis on actually
knowing how planes work in practicality, not just theory, though I wish the practicality part was more stuff I got graded on
plus I could see him saying "you need trigonometry a good ass kicking").
I think sleep is winning.
~Cendri
P.S.
Huh. NASA Tech briefs never fail to amaze me (nor do certain programs I might be affiliated with).