June 24

[Zeke]

Welcome to Day 10 -- and it's a big one. There are just two fivers, but they're major. Major like 2nd fret on the A string and 3rd fret on the E strings. (Gee!)

[*]First up we have Kira with her first assault on a series she's come to adore: the new Battlestar Galactica. Her fiver for the 2003 miniseries that launched the show is not just a cliffhanger but a double cliffhanger -- and you'll have to wait and see what I mean by that.[*]Second is IJD with something he's been sitting on for a LONG time. For at least a year now he's been planning fivers for the Starcraft games -- and now the first few are ready to go. We're launching the series today with Episode I: The Terran Campaign.[/list]

Since these two are so big, we're giving DS9 a break today. Be here tomorrow for the next DS9 and plenty more stuff. We're now entering the home stretch of CW... or are we?


(Note: Neither of these fivers is in its final location yet. The comment about "don't tell me about little pedantic stuff" thus goes double today.)

[Gatac]

They're both hilarious, but this stood out:

Commander: Don't be silly; there is no cow level....

I've seen the cows - and they have halberds! You can't silence me!

Gatac

[Alexia]

Major like 2nd fret on the A string and 3rd fret on the E strings. (Gee!)

Let the terrible terrible puns stop xD

Actually, that's pretty funny *headdesk* :wink:

[Chancellor Valium]

Originally Posted by Alexia

Let the terrible terrible puns stop xD

Actually, that's pretty funny *headdesk* :wink:

But surely that's a major inverted subtonic? If such a thing exists? :P

[Derek]

Commander: Wasn't she your second in command?
Mengsk: Well she was... now she's just seconds.

Yep. Starcraft... what a great game. Good fiver, IJD.

Baltar: See? His hard-wired Cylon brain can't handle a simple mathematical error.
Doral: But two plus two is NOT FIVE!

But it worked so well for Kirk. And I liked the references to other fivers in your fiver, Kira.

[mudshark]

But surely that's a major inverted subtonic?

Doesn't look inverted from here.

If such a thing exists?

Yes, but only if it's a minor key.

Apollo: Where are you in the line of succession, Madam Secretary?
Roslin: Forty-third, but what are the odds that all the government officials preceding me are already dead?
Pilot: Excellent, I'm afraid.

An indirect 42 joke?

Adama: Doctor, since any one of us could be a Cylon spy, we need you to create some means of differentiating Cylon from human. You're the only person we can trust with this delicate mission and did you just snicker?
Baltar: Um, no sir. Pbbbbmmfft.
Six: Worst. Traitor. Ever.

Kerrigan: (from the base) AHHH! We're being overrun by those Zerg we for some reason weren't allowed to kill!
Mengsk: (over the comm) Leave her.
Commander: Wasn't she your second in command?
Mengsk: Well she was... now she's just seconds.

Heheheh.

[Marc]

>> Adama: (sigh) Hard to believe this old rustbucket won't be around anymore.
Tyrol: And the Galactica too, sir. <<

*snicker*

>> Baltar: Did you see me on TV today? No? Well, I was fantastic. But everything I was saying about the Cylons and my project on the defense mainframe that you've been helping me with got me thinking --
Six: Let's have sex.
Baltar: Exactly what I was about to say! <<

lol!

>> Six: I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Baltar: You're so cute when you pretend to be evil. <<

And Baltar's so cute when he pretends to be naive.

>> Six: Do you understand what I'm telling you, Gaius? I'm a machine.
Baltar: A sex machine! Rrrowr!
Six: This could take longer than I expected. <<

See my previous comment.

>> Pilot 1: (over the comm) Oh frack! My onboard computer just froze up! I've got nothing but a blue screen! <<

Ah, the wonders of technological progress.

>> Six: Ever heard of spyware?
Baltar: Lords of Kobol have mercy.... <<

"Spyware"...good one!

>> Adama: Amateur. Everyone knows you don't mix movie catchphrases. <<

Also known as "Kira's Law."

>> Roslin: What if I start making chicken sounds? Buk-buk-buk-buk-caaw! <<

She's really starting to get the hang of this president stuff.

>> Doral: I'll go insane! Can't you at least give me a loaded pistol or something?
Tigh: There's a William Shatner CD in the bag. What you do with it is up to you. <<

Have mercy and kill me now.

Terrific fiver Kira! Keep 'em coming!

[Sa'ar Chasm]

Baltar: This is bad. This is very, very bad. I need a lawyer. Yes, yes, that's it. My laywer will convince everyone that I'm not a sneaking, conniving, underhanded --
Six: Duck.
Baltar: I was going to say weasel, but --

A nuclear weasel?

Helo: I told the Chief they should've loaded Linux on those Vipers.

This seems vaguely reminiscent of something.

Boomer: Shut up. Okay, we've still got room for a few more people.
Helo: Especially if you shove lil' Boxey here in the overhead compartment.

Can't think of a better place for the kid.

Apollo: Uh, scissors.
Adama: ...Rock. I win. Hello? Lee?
Dualla: Sir, Colonial One just got nuked.
Adama: Damn. Does that beat rock?

*snicker*

Roslin: Captain, are you all right? What happened?
Apollo: Something I learned in War College. We called it "just an electronic device impulse made to infer nuclear detonation and trick really intelligent Cylon killers."
Roslin: Quite a mouthful. You should think of giving it an an acronym.

Show of hands, who else sat there trying to work out what that was?

Leoben: It's this place. It does something to me. Either that or I'm PMSing like crazy.
Adama: How long have you been waiting for us, you Cylon piece of scum?
Leoben: Damn. What gave me away?
Adama: Any human male knows not to make PMS jokes if he values life and limb.

Too bloody right.

Tigh: They must be Colonial ships. Cylons hate folk music.

Unless they're singing with Garfunkle.

Adama: Doctor, since any one of us could be a Cylon spy, we need you to create some means of differentiating Cylon from human. You're the only person we can trust with this delicate mission and did you just snicker?
Baltar: Um, no sir. Pbbbbmmfft.
Six: Worst. Traitor. Ever.

*znerk* He should take lessons from Eddington.

Good stuff, Kira.

Raynor: Hi, I'm Jim Raynor.
Zerg-Infested Command Center: Hi, I'm gross.
Marines: Ew, gross! FIRE!

I need to play this game again.

Kerrigan: I know already. I'm psychic, remember?
Raynor: Say, would you like to go --
Kerrigan: No.

There's something about psychics...

Commander: But I like killing....
Kerrigan: Quiet, bloodthirsty gamer.

*snicker* But that's what those little dudes on the screen are for!

Mengsk: Have you ever seen how the Protoss die?
Commander: You make a compelling argument. Let's go already.

*snicker*

Raynor: Do we have to listen to this crap? Can't you change stations or
something?
Commander: I would, but check out these graphics! Whim, wham KA-BOOM!
(Stuff gets blown up at Ludicrous Speed)

Stuff blowing up is always fun.

Excellent work. Can't wait for the Zerg and Protoss.

[danieldoof]

Quote:
Roslin: Captain, are you all right? What happened?
Apollo: Something I learned in War College. We called it "just an electronic device impulse made to infer nuclear detonation and trick really intelligent Cylon killers."
Roslin: Quite a mouthful. You should think of giving it an an acronym.


Show of hands, who else sat there trying to work out what that was?

I got it I got it

thanks sa'ar for stating all those quotes....they make me think about what I just read in the fiver and sometimes I get a joke I not noticed before....... that happens a lot :wink:

[PointyHairedJedi]

I thought there was a joke in there somewhere, but I jsut cannae see it. Ah well, subtle stuff tends to go over my head (most of the time anyway). Not read the Starcraft fiver yet, but I'll certainly do it tomorrow. It's an excellent game, though I've always prefered Westwood's titles myseld (RA2 rocks!).

And, because a little promotion never hurts....

[mudshark]

Originally Posted by Sa'ar Chasm

Show of hands, who else sat there trying to work out what that was?

Now that you mention it ...

[Xeroc]

A double cliffhanger! Ooo!


Very funny!

[Nan]

Heheheh! Clever!

(String all the letters together without the conjunctions. Also, a hint: only the weak-minded are vulnerable to these.)

[PointyHairedJedi]

*Comprehension dawns*

:idea:

By the way, Zeke, do you have any firm idea of when we might see more BSG fivers?

[Zeke]

Previous series? Very soon indeed. Current series? Hard to say, but hopefully before long.

[NAHTMMM]

Baltar: Thank you. I believe our paranoia regarding artificial intelligence and advancing computer technologies is antiquated and unfounded. It's been decades since we've encountered the Cylons, and it's not like they're walking among us, disguised as humans, just waiting for the perfect time to strike.


Tyrol: Welcome to the Galactica, Captain Adama. It's an honour to --
Apollo: If you're in charge of kissing up to the boss's son, you can shove it.
Tyrol: Of course, sir. Excellent idea, sir, and very well put if I may say so.
Apollo: I hate this ship.


Tyrol: Okay, gang, let's round up the ammo and get it loaded. There's the warheads, the bullets, and the... crazy person pointing a gun at me.
Leoben: What, I don't get a "Hello"?

:mrgreen: :mrgreen:

Tigh: How do you know this guy is a Cylon?
Baltar: Nobody who's not evil wears suits that ugly, and I should kn-- never mind. If you want more proof... hey, Cylon: two plus two is five.
Doral: What? No it's not.
Baltar: See? His hard-wired Cylon brain can't handle a simple mathematical error.
Doral: But two plus two is NOT FIVE!
Tigh: Save your lies for someone who cares, Cylon scum. Take him away!

Great stuff.

Mengsk: Alright, we've decoded those data discs and discovered plans for something called a psi emitter.
Raynor: Huh?
Kerrigan: Basically, the emitters use the same psychic frequencies as a "ghost" operative such as myself, amplified hundreds of times greater than that of a single ghost, to attract the Zerg.
Raynor: ....Huh?
Kerrigan: Look, just plant the one we've built in the Confederate base, and we won't have to do the killing ourselves.
Commander: But I like killing....
Kerrigan: Quiet, bloodthirsty gamer.

Heehee. :mrgreen: