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Monday, March 5th, 2007

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10:29a
This is not that good a poll, because it sets up the possibility of realizing that some of its possible positions are straw men, but nonetheless, I like to think it is true.

What kind of extremist are you?
Your Result: Rational Person
 

You consider these questions obvious straw men, designed to distract people from a meaningful investigation of facts and a serious discussion of relevant political issues. How boring.

Left-Wing Extremist
 
Right-Wing Extremist
 
Moderate Extremist
 
What kind of extremist are you?
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And elsewhere, even before watching BSG, there is a law in popular culture and it states 'no body, not dead'. I worked this out when I was seven and reading Eagle, and the Mighty Mekon appeared to have been devoured by the Silicon Mass that crawls through the lava fields of Venus. I spotted something which could be a periscope sticking through the lava and made myself obnoxious to my friends for years by saying - he escaped, he will be back. And so it proved. After that,and Sherlock Holmes for reinforcement, I have been solid in my assumptions ever since.

I knew Gandalf would be back.

Obviously, it helped growing up Catholic - because that also left the rule '"No body, not dead", does not exclude "Body, but will be back anyway."'
11:57a
Non spoilery
Much as I still like Battlestar Galactica, I am getting very tired of the way that the plot largely depends on the Cylons and the Humans being competetively crap at everything. Kara may be the Hero with the Destiny, but she is also a mad brat, who manipulates people into dying when they are inconvenient to her; if she is the best on offer, humanity is in real trouble with the Cylon Plan.

I mean, we are always being told about the Plan - it's in the weekly opening sequence. Actually, it's bollocks. One day soon there will be the episode in which the Cylons collectively go - 'right, what's the plan? - I dunno, I thought you had it. - Didn't you leave it on the mantlepiece? - No, that was the list of Secret Cylons; I thought you had the plan.- Well, maybe D'Anna has it with her in the Boxes. (Rummages frantically) No, just Baltar porn - Did the dog eat it? -We don't have dogs, we're Cylons. - Oh right. - Maybe the secret Five have it.' And realize that there is no plan, so no divine mandate, so they are just frakked.

Just as frakked as humans led by psychotic union-busting soldier boys and mad staring eyes, watches her menfolk boxing and squees like a fangirl, Roslin.

It is the finest idiot plot ever written.

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