More house stuff

We're finished with electrical work! Photos after the jump.

What I did this weekend

My coworkers must get a kick out of me. As NYC-dwellers, they're in apartments and condos - they don't get the joys of yardwork, maintenance, or BBQs. Most are shocked and amused that my wife and I have been spending our weekends finishing our attic (building walls, running electrical, etc.

I can't wait until I get to tell my co-workers that I got to dig up 1/3 of my front yard today, and put down new grass seed.

Ah, the joys of home ownership.

Or Not.

It's not broken. Turns out, accessing the site from www.danielboyle.net/...etc will allow me to edit the fields. Just using http://danielboyle.net/.... will not.

Screw you MT. That's stupid.

Moveable Type broke. Again. Stay Tuned.

There's something on my ceiling.

Ever get freaked out by, say, a centipede running across your ceiling in the night? That startled moment where you only know there's movement on your ceiling - unnaturally smooth and gravity defying?

I've had that every damn night since Sunday.

Show It, Don't Tell It.

That's one of the 'rules' of fiction writing you come across on a fairly regular basis. It makes alot of sense. And it's why Brian Herbert and Kevin Anderson can't seem to write a decent book. I'm perfectly willing to dump the blame on Kevin Anderson. He's responsible for some of the worst cliche-ridden, brain-dead, plot-lacking sci-fi books ever to hit shelves. He's also responsible for Andromeda (staring the guy who was in Hercules). Brian Herbert may have some of the blame, but it's not as much fun to kick him in the metaphorical shins.

Sandworms of Dunesucks.

Battlestar Galactica, Season 4

BSG Season 4 has arrived.

3 days later, I can't help but feel conflicted about the premiere of the final season. Emotionally, I think every fan expected a lot more out of this episode. Starbuck/Apollo fell flat. Starbuck/Admiral fell flat. The ‘new’ Cylons fell flat. Rosalyn felt flat.

In the end it's really hard to blame them though: if we saw all of those thing, we'd probably not need the rest of the season, except as a slow slog towards the revelation of Earth. Without the mystery of Rosalyn, the final 5, and Starbuck - you could finish the series in 3-4 episodes, which could all be protracted space battles.

The only fault I can really hold onto is the return of Starbuck. No tears. No anger. No anything. Just some blankness, confusion and suspicion. Ron Moore and crew had a rare opportunity to have an incredibly powerful, incredibly honest moment, and lost it. We're not getting into Lost territory (a.k.a. ‘Look, something else weird happened!’) but they moved the plot along at the expense of reconnecting us with characters we haven't seen in a long time. (This might have suffered from the extremely long production break between seasons.) Likewise, there's fairly little pulling us into the story of the 4 new cylons. Tigh's hallucination was gripping, and Ander's incident with the raider raised new issues of the relationship between the new and old Cylons opened up some new plot points... but the only moment in which you felt the reality of a Cylon living among the crew was when Starbuck told Anders she'd “Shoot him between the eyes,” if she thought he was a Cylon.

Theories:
Rosalyn is the final Cylon. That's why she's unconsciously moving away from Earth. That's why she had the dream last season. That's why she when to see Six - she wanted to hear the words “You had the dream - you are a Cylon.”
Starbuck is the reincarnation of a God (Athena?)/the Gods. She's pushing to move everyone to Earth. She is the protector of humanity and their strongest fighter... and the only thing the Cylons fear (see: Battlestar Razor).

Also, Baltar for President! (Again!)