So say we all

(WARNING: HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE BSG SERIES IN THIS POST!)

I'm still reeling from the Battlestar Galactica ending. Just... wow. Really: wow. "The best frakkin' show on television" indeed.

( Really, don't read behind this tag unless you want everything totally spoiled! )

Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny, the last Battlestar -- Galactica -- leads a ragtag, fugitive fleet on a lonely quest: for a shining planet known as Earth.

Beauty is a poke in the eyeball

After I watched the Battlestar Galactica finale last night, my brain just wouldn't stop. I chatted with torvo about it for an hour or more. I spent time looking around on the internet to fill in little details. I was full to the brim with an unidentifiable emotion: a sense of completion and satisfaction from an amazing story it took 5 years to tell, a sense of loss that I didn't have any more of it to look forward to, a sense of wonder at the meaning of the ending.

I tried to purge myself with a long LJ post late at night, but as I lay in bed I just couldn't sleep. I was too overwhelmed. I don't know when I drifted off, but it was very late and I woke up early and unrested, the images from the final episode still blazing in my mind. All morning long I've tried to distract myself (Friday's great Dollhouse episode almost did the trick) but nothing was working.

Outside the wind was swirling, and clouds are fluffy, and the sky is bright blue. I decided to take a walk to the store nearby and get my favorite Sobe. As I stepped outside I felt the breeze on my face, the sun filling a blue, blue sky, white couds drifting by, and I was struck by how much the beauty of the day was such a perfect analog of the BSG finale. I strolled along, raising my head to the sky and living in the moment.

Which was exactly when I small piece of a leaf or something, caught in the air current between buildings, flew straight into my eyeball and got imediately sucked up under my eyelid.

Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow!!

I quickly retraced my steps to my condo and dashed to my bathroom. A couple of minutes of eyelid manipulation got this little 1x1mm piece out in the open, which I gently scraped off with a fingernail. Phew!

But ow ow ow ow ow, there's more! I can feel it, it's still there under my eyelid! Ow ow ow how the hell am I going to get this damn thing out? torvo 's not home and I can't drive to a nearby clinic like this, what the hell am I supposed to do I don't wanna call an ambulance! Fuck! Ow!

And so I gently probed and massaged, and eventually teased this piece of vegetable matter the size of Australia out from under my eyelid. Crap! Ow! Fuck!

And as I lifted it away and looked at myself in the mirror, I realized my Battlestar-ennui was shattered. After all, the analogy of the day wasn't truly complete until a piece of a tree decided to make its home snuggled up next to my eyeball.