There's hardly no day nor hardly no night

Oh, Facebook. I was this close. This close to deleting you. I thought to myself "Wow, killing the Hotmail account was pretty easy and less painful than I figured it would be. Time to turf Facebook! I'll sit down and do it this weekend."

And, no - it wasn't because of that new layout shenanigans or whatever. I still have little to no love for social networking in general, and I think it's all a rather large waste of time and nothing more than an e-peen contest to see who has the most friends or wallposts or tags or pointless apps or whatever.

So what stayed my hand from severing off one more useless internet account? Well, a while ago I used Facebook to track down and send a message to someone. And, well, she finally wrote back this afternoon. And it turns out she is indeed the person I thought/hoped I'd find. We exchanged a few messages, and I sent a friend request.

I had no idea I could possibly find her. I found someone with a similar name (I couldn't 100% remember what it was), said "screw it!" and sent a message. And hit the target I was aiming at no less.

So Facebook, you're spared from the chopping block. For the time being.

In other news, I saw the BSG finale last night.

Overall... I was pretty pleased with it. The first half, with the whole assault was fairly epic. The CGI on the centurions still looked a bit out of place, but what are you to expect for a TV show? Regardless, I was on the edge of my seat the whole way through the battle. They jumped in and I cringed with all the damage Galactica took. I said a silent "Whoa" to myself after it rammed the station and the Raptors jumped out from within the ship. Good stuff. The action was brutal. Especially when Helo got gunned down.

And then it came to the whole truce bit... And I rather like how it turned out. Truth be told, I had completely forgotted about Callie's murder until the flashbacks began. But I am SO GLAD that Tory finally got what it was coming to her. She deserved it. But at the same time, I was thinking "NoooooooOoooOoOOooo...", because I knew it'd all fall apart. And then the quick firefight happened and I was surprised at how... Quickly and without thought that Cavel shot himself. Wowza.

They find Earth 2.0! I thought they found Earth Earth the first time around, but I guess I was mistaken. The rest of it is history. Everyone settles down, Tyrol walks off into the sunset, Starbuck disappears, Roslyn finally passes away, and Adama (Sr) is all on his lonesome. And everyone else lives happily ever after.

Now it was left a bit ambiguous at the end. To me, I interpret it as them taking the more religious route. Head Baltar/Six and Starbuck were all angels, everything was brought together via some sort of larger force at work. Which is okay, I guess. Maybe it's because I am a religious person and familiar with these concepts. But how was Kara the "harbinger of death"? How was Gias leading humanity to its end?

Excessive ambiguity is precisely why I gave up on Lost. So maybe I'm being a bit hypocritical giving up on one and loving the other for it.

But overall I'm pretty satisfied. There's enough there to make you stop and think, which is good. There are some parts to ponder and interpret in your own way. I think I'll buy the DVD box set if/when it comes out. Assuming it isn't a bajillion dollars, like these things tend to be.

I just gotta say, though, that I expected everyone to die. Something like Saving Private Ryan, where we slowly see all the characters we've become attached to get mowed down and slaughtered. I thought maybe Gias would be the very last one left, to somehow live out the remains of a pitiful existence. It'd be that kind of brutal and depressing ending that I'll always be inexplicably drawn to, like the sad twist at the end of Dark Knight or the nurse at Bastogne in Band of Brothers.

I should've drawn something Battlestar Galactica-specific for the end of the show. But the best I have is a skydiving robot, for a challenge with the Frank-o-nator:



We got lots of snow last night. About 20cm worth, I'd say. I went for a walk in it. It was peaceful and white. All the contours were smooth and rounded, which the snow clung to the sheepskin collar of my jacket. So serene. It's all melting now... It may actually still be snowing, but it seems to be fading faster than accumulating.

Had the house to myself, so I got the sax out and wailed for a bit. 'Twas nice. I miss playing in a band, though.

I started a new comic, with the same folks I worked with on The Incredible Cocuyo. It's called Spanish Inquisition, and it's about a Cuban upbringing in a religious home. As usual, it's yours-truly on the (rather minimal) colours.
-Cril


Up where the smoke is all billowed and curled
'Tween pavement and stars is the chimney sweep world
When there's hardly no day, nor hardly no night
There's things half in shadow and halfway in light
On the rooftops of London,
Oh, what a sight

Dick Van Dyke - Chim Chim Cher-ee