So Ellen Tigh is the Final Cylon…

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And I’m a lit­tle dis­ap­pointed about it.

Not that she’s not a great char­ac­ter, we just haven’t had a chance to get to know and like her like we have her hus­band, Saul. While Saul’s per­sonal stand­ing had con­tin­ued to rise as the years went on and the fleet con­tin­ued their quest through uncharted space, Ellen died in the early parts of Sea­son 3 after pass­ing infor­ma­tion over to Brother Cav­ill in order to get Saul out of prison. She was manip­u­la­tive, cruel, evil and las­civ­i­ous. She drank heav­ily and plot­ted against every­one so that her hus­band (and her) could ben­e­fit from oth­ers fail­ings. She is not an easy per­son to like.

But Saul loved her (until he had to kill her) and still loves her, and now that he’s had his vision as he pre­pared to kill him­self in some icy radioac­tive ocean on Earth he’s con­vinced that she’s the final Cylon.

But I wasn’t con­vinced about that. How to explain Star­buck and her res­ur­rec­tion from the dead? What about that Viper she and Leobon saw with her charred body in the cock­pit? If any­one had a legit­i­mate claim to the Final throne I thought it would be her. Maybe as the final Cylon she is the most pow­er­ful and can res­ur­rect with­out the Res­ur­rec­tion Ship? Maybe.

But Ron Moore, cre­ator of the re-imagined series, said -

[Ellen and Saul Tigh have)) always been Cylons, and there’s some­thing pro­found about that. They’re a mar­ried cou­ple who just have to go at it peri­od­i­cally and just have major issues and major prob­lems. But the bond between the two of them was some­thing that lit­er­ally could not be bro­ken. And I thought that was a really inter­est­ing and ulti­mately very pos­i­tive thing to say.”

So I’m apt to believe it. And I thought it would be inter­est­ing if some­one that had been killed off of the show was the final on, but not her. Maybe Billy or Dee or that lit­tle girl that died on the cruise ship dur­ing the pilot. Ellen just seems like such a…blah choice.

If and when Ellen returns (and they’ve set it up where she just has to return) how will she? Can she cre­ate her­self? Will a Higher Cylon Power cre­ate her? Will she be all know­ing? I doubt it. The other four don’t know any­thing even though they’ve been asked. Do they know the way to Earth? Nope. Do any of the Final Five have the answers to the big ques­tions? Prob­a­bly not. If they do it’s been drib­bled out of their pro­gram­ming, like that song they all sang together, which was cute, but they don’t seem to share a hive mind of higher pow­ers or advanced knowledge.

Will Ellen be the Know It All? Prob­a­bly not.

I’d hoped (hoped hoped) it would be Tom Zarek because that way when it was (hoped it would be) revealed in the last episode that he was the final evil Cylon then Adama could nuke him and his evil com­pa­tri­ots. Of course, the way the sto­ry­line is pro­gress­ing right now along the lines of trea­son and rev­o­lu­tion Adama may have his chance to do just that. But now we know it isn’t going to be Zarek.

Oh well. Had to be somebody.

My Youngest is Obsessed With Mailboxes

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When Pey­ton and I go out for walks around the neigh­bor­hood (which has become more and more fre­quent since I’ve started work­ing from home) he notices lots of things. He likes to talk to Twister, the horse that lives across the street, and he likes to yell, “RUN!” and then run, and he likes to play with leaves. His great­est obses­sion though started prob­a­bly a year ago, while watch­ing “Blues Clues”.

Pey­ton really grew to love the show. I like it too, as any­one who has read this blog before can attest to, and I’ve got my favorite char­ac­ters on the show, but Peyton’s has become Mail­box, who shows up rarely more than once a show after Steve/Joe have sang their mail song and always deliv­ers “a let­ter from our friends”. Mail­box wants to be a standup come­dian some­day but he’s rooted in place in the front yard, so it will prob­a­bly be hard for him to travel.

But Pey­ton loves the guy (or girl, it’s hard to dis­tin­guish, since his voice has a strange tim­ber to it) and always sings along to the mail-retrieving songs that Steve/Joe sings. And this love has trans­lated into our every­day lives as well now. So while we’re out Pey­ton will now want to look inside of the mail­box when we leave on our walk and also on our return to the house. And he likes the van­ity mail­boxes, like the mail­box that looks like a dog at the end of the street or the stone one that has vines grow­ing on it. But he loves all of them pretty equally.

So the next time if we show up at your house with Pey­ton and he has a pile of your mail in his hands, you’ll know why.

The Wayback Machine Has Resurrected a Lot of My Long Dead Posts

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God bless the Internet.

The Inter­net Archive, also known as the Way­back Machine, is a won­der­ful thing. You can see the way Google looked a long time ago or the web­site of the New York Times from Sep­tem­ber 11, 2001. It’s not the fastest thing in the world (and come on, if you archive the major­ity of the inter­net for free, do you really have to answer to any­body about the speed of your servers?) but it sure is awesome.

And its awe­some­ness now trav­els over to this site. My first blog that I wrote years ago Cen­tral Ser­vices — The Minstry of Infor­ma­tion Retrieval1 is on the Way­back Machine. Not all of it, sadly, but a large por­tion of it. So if you start see­ing new posts appear in your RSS reader or you’re just pok­ing around the site avoid­ing the boss, check ‘em out.

  1. Taken from the movie Brazil. []

Why Does the Black Eyed Peas’ Service Have to Suck So Bad?

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Last Sun­day Kim and I took the kids over to The Dixie House, a long­time estab­lished Dal­las restau­rant in the heart of the Lake­wood area. They were well known for their chicken-fried steak1 back in the day, but then they got bought out by another restau­rant chain, The Black-eyed Pea and were amal­ga­mated into the fold, only retain­ing their name and lit­tle else. After adopt­ing the same menu as their new owner they lost much of their sig­na­ture char­ac­ter and they really became just another Black-eyed Pea.

Which is sad. For the past few years or so every time I’ve eaten at the Black-eyed Pea the ser­vice has been ter­ri­ble. The food is *okay*, I sup­pose, and since there are few restau­rants around that still serve the Southern-style food that most of us Tex­ans grew up on it was like a strange oasis in a sea of Asian fusion and Cal­i­for­nia Pizza Kitchen-type places. Like I said, the prob­lem is the ser­vice is ter­ri­ble. Sev­eral weeks ago we went in, again on a Sun­day, and were sat fairly quickly, but then our wait­ress, who looked like she was charged with seven or eight tables, came by and said she’d be right back to take our drink orders. Five min­utes, then ten min­utes passed, no wait­ress, no drink order. We even­tu­ally flagged the host­ess and asked if we could just have some water and rolls, since the kids were get­ting antsy and angry.

Ten more freak­ing min­utes passed and no wait­ress to take our order. And so we left.

Jump back to last Sun­day. We’re sit­ting at The Dixie House. It’s around 1:30 in the after­noon and there are prob­a­bly eight tables full and three of the wait staff to shep­hard over them. Our wait­ress came, said she’d be right back with our drinks. Another table is sat in her sec­tion, they order drinks and then get them before we get ours. Five more min­utes pass, no drinks. We finally flag down our wait­ress and ask where our drinks are and she stum­bles over what we’d ordered. She then gets them out. The food is alright but still the ser­vice is incred­i­bly lacking.

So we’ve made a pact: no more Black-eyed Pea. Ever.

We’re never going there again. I’ve wasted far too much money on a crummy estab­lish­ment. I’m done with them.

So if any­one reads this and has a sug­ges­tion of where to find this mys­te­ri­ously hard to find South­ern cui­sine in the Dal­las area, leave a com­ment. If it’s good we might even ask you to go with us sometime.

  1. And don’t try to call it “country-fried steak”. That’s for wusses. []