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Note to Thumb:

Next week is a "short week" for me.

That means I'm ideally positioned to drop an unnoticed 8pm comedy bomb on Tuesday March 31st which should esplode nicely when somebody steps on it Wednesday April 1st and i don't gotta worry about no foolish repercussions or consequences 'cause i won't be here.

Please consider the following modest proposals...

Option 1. Fry an egg to go along with that dessicating balogna in the fridge.
1b. Duct-tape the pair up under Spencer's desk, right above his lap.

Option 2. Bring in a packet of jello gelatin.
2b. At "EoB" put it in a mold with water and small items from Tucker's desk, then freeze.
2c. At 8pm put wobbly paperweight (items) back on desk.

Option 3. Saran-wrap both bathroom toilets since all otherstaff gone after EoB and janitorial finishes by 7.

Option 4. Keep thinking. Think harder upon this. Think.

Option 5. Perhaps solicit more suggestions maybe.

Option 6. Take the high road. Be professional. None of the above. (You've got a mortgage.)

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[BSG Spoiler Alert]

It was like frakkin Jonestown.

You can't possibly end a show as dark as Battlestar Galactica on a light note, but... this is one of the best shows ever. It's epic and we're on the verge of a Serious Television Legacy.

The first 60 minutes were pretty cool. Even when it seemed weak, it grew stronger. Just when i was thinking "you canNOT end thiS war in a tie", the ceasefire fell apart and they shot up the last of the evil cylons. Great. The next 10 minutes were a pleasant surprise too. "Wait. What? That's OUR Earth!" Great.

So why follow up those climaxes with the sighing of 30,000 people slowly becoming extinct? Dualla, i have to admit, made sense. Laura Roslin there was no denying. But... Apollo slumps off into obscurity? Adama goes into self-imposed exile while his son still lives? Chief goes off to self-imposed exile? Starbuck fricken just... disappears? WTF. Why not just have 'em huddle around a big pot, ladle some arsenic into their dixiecups, and get it over with?

Don't even get me started about 29,995 people (at the technological height of their civilization) agreeing to just disperse and go hardshipping it in the outback for the rest of their lives.

And what the heck with the fricken "angels among us" stuff at the end with them riffing on our chances? -Like it isn't compLETELY obvious that we're headed down exACTLY the same path ourselves with our our own stoopid civil wars and our own hunger for the yummy easy life that technology promises. Gosh, yeah, i woNder. What wiLL become of us? (Jeebus.)

Neil Young said it best: "It's better to burn out, than fade away."
Wait, yeah, didn't Buddy Holly say that too? "Not Fade Away".

Why did the producers go all t.s.eliot at the end there then?

"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang
But a whimper"

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