So this appeared twittly:

Jack. Everyone else was milksop drama and holier-than-thou beatified platitudes. Her character made me laugh and the kind of smart ass I'd want in a girlfriend to keep it real. And her hook up with Shep was more touching considering the kind of shit she went through as a girl. Plus I can only imagine the kind of…

Honestly with all the faux late 60's clothing and sideburns now totes fashionable at SCDP Ad Agency I almost expected Agnes Moorehead in her turquoise chiffon mumu to *BLING* appear sitting on Don Draper's desk and Don yelling "Saaaaaaaaaam..." and Larry Tate instead of Roger Sterling shuffling in through the door.

FTW! Seriously. You win the internetz for the day.

As long as it doesn't have to do with the maudlin heavy-handed gravitas of the whole Jedi -Force angst crap then I'm in. I'm more interested in the grunts that fight the wars—not some prima donna with a lightsaber.

you, sir, owns the internetz for the hour.

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Battles come down to the micro everyday for me: do I decide to get pissed off someone cut me off in the highway, someone's acting like a douchebag when I'm ordering lunch from them, etc. It's the everyday battles where you decide whether or not it's worth your time to waste thought and emotion is where vigilance and…

yup.

This sounds like the "too many cooks..." scenario and a lack of consistent vision on GearBox and TimeGate's part. Gearbox might have thought the name recognition of "Aliens" would carry the game through and why they felt comfortable in that presupposition to outsource it—not focus needed attention to it. Whatever the…

It's the "otherness" of their inherited culture despite the fact some are true blue Americans from day one if they're born here. The display that asian immigrants (the "fresh-off-the-boat" ones) projects is easily transferred to anyone who looks asian (the broken accented English, their mannerisms and not so…

I'm sure this is the national Mexican motto now: "You got knocked the *FUCK* OUT! Hahahahaha...".

Is that "Kelly Green"? The favorite color of every vapid blonde Meg Ryan wannabe looking for a cool Caucasian sounding color to paint her northside Chicago condo walls in to coddle her Bill Pullman husband who loves to loan her his faux leather pilot jacket and call her "Cubby" because they're—gack!—Cubs fans? Well…

It was gimmicky as a shark jumped contrivance gets. And having BJ Hunnicut as a doddering telekinetic actually didn't do anything. SN is stretching its premise so thin now since the end of Season 5 its meta moments hardly raise the ironic snickers it once did.