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Post-marathoning BSG S1 from 'Flesh and Bone' onwards, I Have A Theory.

See, in the BSG 'verse, a man's intelligence is directly proportionate to the length of his hair.

Baltar's flowing locks are obviously a sign of his genius. Zarek's is ominous in its thickness. There's a whole bunch of people who have a decent amount of hair and equally decent amounts of Clevah (Tyrol, Billy, the Adamas...). Tigh's bald spot is repesentative of his terrible lapses in judgement (ELLEN WHY?). Helo prefers the close-cut army thing and we all know that he, whilst a pretty face, is not so terribly gifted in the IQ department. And then we have Crashdown. Who tries hard, but with his almost-shaved head? Honey, it's amazing you're capable of ANY independent thought. Just shut up and let Tyrol make the decisions.

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I use the NEKKID PILOTS icon because I can. There's probably some kind of theory to be gotten out of how insanely attractive Jamie Bamber's torso is, but I'm damned if I can find it.

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Saw The Producers! I had fun. Uma Thurman was great. But I'd forgotten quite how in-your-face Mel Brooks' humour is, and I had to fight down the cringes during the initial scene between Max and Leo. It's very physical, very BIG humour, and I have a feeling it would have seemed much less out of place on the stage. Film humour can afford subtlety. Yeah, I know, Brooks /= subtle.

Will Ferrel is INSANE. By the way.

And the big Broadway sequences brought joy to the singing-dancing-sequins-YAY corner of my heart.

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All right. I give up. It's too hot.

Normally I am the one who bitches righteously in winter and will laze around happily in the frightful heat and all that, but...ugh. My brain has decided to display trollish tendencies and cease functioning above a certain temperature, which means I have about 2000 words of arguing and wallkissing and I am just sitting here STARING at it. This icon has never been more appropriate.

Despite ridiculous heat, today was fun. tammaiya and I watched some Fullmetal Alchemist and the BSG miniseries and had quail and couscous for dinner, which is at least three rungs higher on the Gourmet Ladder than anything I've eaten for yonks. When left to my own devices I tend to regress to cheese and salsa on toast, tuna and pasta, omelettes, etc. All the dead easy PLZ NO EFFORT, I WILL DIE kind of stuff.

My cat has passed out on my mousepad. Upside down.

Seriously considering whatever the opposite of hibernation is. A month-long siesta, perhaps.