que te vaya bien muchacha
Well, not really. They only killed the ones in that room. And they let them resurrect, so it was really more symbolic than genocidal.
Remember what Agent Smith said? “Human beings are a disease, and WE are the cure.” I am now inclined to agree.
Except that we’re infecting the machines, instead of them curing anything…
Yay, Webisodes! And next week starts one of my favorite recurring motifs in the series: Storytime with Admiral Adama! Really, I wish EJO would record an audiobook.
I suppose I ought to go, too–my torts outline is calling…
'Night All!
G’nite, casilda and kappa.
I hope y’all will be back next week…
I’m on-call, so I can’t promise anything. But as long as Idon’t have to go into work, I’ll be here.
Who knows what’s gonna happen then… for all I know, I could be married by then. To a gay male stripper.
I’d better get an invite to THAT wedding! :D:eek:
don’t forget to post wedding photos!
wouldn’t miss it
Not in California, that’s for sure. 
Of course, my friends are invited. Rocco and I insist on it. In fact, you can take my parents seat… I don’t think they are coming.
Rocco?! Your imaginary gay stripper fiance is named Rocco? Bwahahahahaha!
Yup, soon, no drinking and no talking.
You do realize we are not ACTUALLY getting married, right? I just want to scare my parents into thinking that all of their incessant nagging about my private life has driven me to gayness. And Rocco needs a green card.
but you should look at this realistically. how better to get your mom off your back about the subject PERMANENTLY than by getting married?
I got an idea! Let’s go to the library. We’ll have a great time!
Will it be a Locked-Up Presbyterian wedding?
I did say imaginary… 
Homosexuality as weapon of last resort. Fiendish.
Or get married and have a bitter divorce that ruins relationships for you for all time. Every time your mom mentions dating, just start sobbing inconsolably.