BSG

[carmen_lj]

So I finished BSG today and woe was I for though I started, um, getting torrents I would not find out the exciting resolution to Kobol's Last Gleaming for hours. P'haps days! Disaster! Then noticed that Scattered was being repeated on Sky Two, for they have just started showing the second series and the good telly continues, hurrah!

Am, however, distressed at the difficulty in finding Lee/Roslin fic. Forshame.

Then I was entertained by Blake's 7 and DW at Webnoodles. Sort of:


Disturbing!






Those Who Are About To Rock Salute You!

Comments

[melata-fic.livejournal.com]

The first picture's rather scary.

Cybermen rock! *nods* Though the best bit is when they rock in time to my music. :D

[spiralsheep.livejournal.com]

Luckily for me I get my news from radio 4 so I can only identify three of the faces in the rather brilliant Blair's 7 pic. Who is Jenna? Do any of us care?

Cybermen rock! I bet he practiced on his air guitar for hours as a wee cyberlad.

[snowgrouse.livejournal.com]

AAAAAARGHTHEPAIN at the first one. But dude, the Cyberman is a man after my own heart. Hee!

[samantha2074.livejournal.com]

There is laura_lee_bsg. Not that this necessarily qualifies as enough, but it's the best I've been able to find.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Sadly, I don't have any Lee/Roslin fics to rec. I don't read much fic these days.

I love Patrick Troughton. Know this before you read.

[bonniegeorge.livejournal.com]

Hello!

I'm gazing languidly at all of these pinks and lavenders and contemplating the possible brutal assassination of David Barnes.

Know ye not that what I have to say in no way concerns these morally unsettling images of outrageous televisual devastation - this is an important matter of the heart, and of state, and also of import, which I merely point out in order to once again drive home the absolutely overwhelming importance of this deucedly meaningful post. In short, we're to be wed for the betterment of society - the Rev. Barnes, an ebullient old clergyman, is officiating. Indeed, it was at his wise advice that I came here today to swish my massively inflated ego about within the hallowed pinkish-purple confines of your livejournal. Whole worlds depend on the outcome of the ceremony, and so I've scraped out the contents of my pockets, lint and all, pawned them and bought with the money this, your wedding present - Bograt the Baby Stoat, and hired a caterer to provide singularly cheap and unwholesome sweets for the unfortunate guests. Surely the strength of my argument for your hand is unassailable!

Furthermore, let me toss out the singularly distracting word "oolong"! Gosh. I just brewed a pot. It's nice and warm. Would you like a cup?

- Sir Addison Hart, Bart. (Bad, naturally - whoever heard of a Good Bart.?)