A self-satirical train wreck that you can witness word by word...
And for those who doubt my son Armand Bovoso, indeed he is part Black. I'm Black and Italian. Armand is Black, italian, and Ukranian Jewish. Send me an email if you can't accept this.
And for those who doubt my son Armand Bovoso, indeed he is part Black. I'm Black and Italian. Armand is Black, italian, and Ukranian Jewish. Send me an email if you can't accept this.
The New Battlestar Galactica vs. The Old Battlestar Galactica
Published Sunday, August 21, 2005 by Alessandro Ashanti | E-mail this post
New Battlestar Galactica wins. Period. Only this show could make me want to have sex with Starbuck, Boomer, a Cylon, and The President. Let me show you.
Starbuck then.
Starbuck now.
Boomer then.
Boomer now.
Cylons then.
Cylons now.
The President then.
The President now.
Starbuck then.
Starbuck now.
Boomer then.
Boomer now.
Cylons then.
Cylons now.
The President then.
The President now.
Well, I mean, other than being a FREAKING awesome plot and generally fantabulous storytelling... oh, and killing off/turning major players into cylons. Hell yes!