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Dec. 17th, 2005 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleIt really pisses me off when the writers for TV shows try to use little kids to really "bring home" how awful a situation is. Case in point: that scene in BSG right after the big Cylon attack where Roslin is talking to that little girl (Cami?) and the little girl is all, "I'm going to meet Mummy and Daddy and we're going out for dinner and I'm going to have chicken pie and then we're going home and Daddy will read me a story and then I'm going to bed," and of course, we all know that Mummy and Daddy and all the chickens were incinerated in the big ol' Holocaust and poor little Cami will never get to have chicken pie again.
And you know what? I still don't care. I mean, I care about humanity being wiped out and the few survivors being hunted to the edges of the galaxy by a race of implacable killer toasters, but I don't care any more just because Cami doesn't get to eat pie. In fact, it kind of makes me want to jump up and down and yell "Your Mummy and Daddy are dead! They died a horrible burny death made from lasers and their eyeballs probably boiled in their sockets and their skin was flensed away from their flesh before they merifully lost conciousness, and they're never coming back and you'll never get to eat pie ever again so there you horrible snot-nosed little brat!"
This could be why nobody ever asks me to be the President in times of crisis. Damn my inherently jerky nature.
And you know what? I still don't care. I mean, I care about humanity being wiped out and the few survivors being hunted to the edges of the galaxy by a race of implacable killer toasters, but I don't care any more just because Cami doesn't get to eat pie. In fact, it kind of makes me want to jump up and down and yell "Your Mummy and Daddy are dead! They died a horrible burny death made from lasers and their eyeballs probably boiled in their sockets and their skin was flensed away from their flesh before they merifully lost conciousness, and they're never coming back and you'll never get to eat pie ever again so there you horrible snot-nosed little brat!"
This could be why nobody ever asks me to be the President in times of crisis. Damn my inherently jerky nature.
