The Reason HD Was Invented (Plus: Learn At The Feet Of The Bra Size Masters!)

Some time ago when the movie Species aired (unedited) on one of the HD channels I get, I learned that seeing Natasha Henstridge nude in High Definition qualifies as A Very Good Thing. This wasn’t a surprising discovery, certainly, but it was something that I kept in mind when I saw that Species II was airing on Universal HD last night.
So, even though it’s not a good movie, I opted to sit down and watch it, though I forgot that I’d have to sit through almost the entire movie before seeing the reason HD was invented (at least as it relates to Natasha Henstridge).
In that pivotal scene, we see Natasha Henstridge’s alien-human hybrid character slowly walking across a room to approach her male counterpart. For these hybrids, the imperative to mate is even stronger than it is for humans who don’t have alien DNA, and conception and birth occur almost instantly, which is, of course, bad news for the plain vanilla humans, who would soon be driven to extinction by the rapidly-reproducing and aggressive aliens with their accelerated rate of maturation.
As they slowly walked towards each other, I found myself singing, “We don’t have to take our clothes off to have a good time, oh no!”
But of course, they did take their clothes off, which was actually fine by me, as it was the primary reason I was watching the crappy move in the first place, and soon they were bumping uglies. And I mean they were bumping really uglies, as they had morphed into their H.R. Giger-designed alien forms.
(For anime/hentai/manga fans there was even some tentacle rape [NSFW] involved.)
Anyway, after the movie was over I decided to stick around on the couch, as, starting last night, Universal HD is airing Battlestar Galactica (the 21st Century version) from the beginning. Despite hearing from many sources how great the show is, I never got into it, but now that I can see it in HD, I figure I might as well give it a shot. Even from watching just the first episode I can see that it’s a step up from the mini-series that launched it, which I watched but was largely unimpressed by.
They’re also airing Threshold, but I didn’t watch that, despite the shared name, and the presence of the lovely and talented Carla Gugino, as I had watched the show back during its brief original run on CBS.
Today has been largely uneventful, with a failed attempt at taking a nap being the only thing of note that’s really happened.

Build Your Bra Size Intelligence Department:
Speaking of the lovely and talented Carla Gugino, there have, of late, been even more than the usual number of seekers of her cup size visiting this blog (and promptly leaving in frustration). As has always been, and will likely always be the case, I can’t give you what you seek, but I do have something that I would like to pass along to all seekers of celebrity bra size wisdom.
While flipping through the channels the other day I stumbled upon a special entitled Man Made: The Secret History of the Bra on the National Geographic Channel.
From what little of it that I saw, it seemed to me that this show could provide a wealth of information for inquiring minds. Perhaps using the information provided, bra size seekers could learn how to determine sizes for themselves simply through eyeballing in much the way that the employees of an upscale lingerie shop in New York featured on the show do.
At the very least you would learn that any information you do find about celebrity bra sizes should be taken with a grain of salt, given the statement made by the shop’s proprietor that “8 out of 10 women wear the wrong sized bra.” And this guy knows from bras; he’s like the bra size equivalent of the enlightened master sitting on a mountain top to whom all seekers of wisdom will ascend.
If he is correct, even if the celebrities whose cup sizes you so desperately need to know in order to proceed with your bra-related intellectual pursuits were to reveal them to you, there’s an 80% chance they would be mistaken.
One customer at the shop was laboring under the mistaken belief that she was a 34 D. One of the women working there took one look at her and assured her that she is, in fact, a 32 F.
There’s so much about bras that these wizened masters could teach you, young Grasshopper. When you can unclasp a bra with one hand, you will be ready.