Let's see if I can post this link
http://www.scifi.com/mbb/browse.php?rid=29264
This is a totally hysterical thread regarding luv attachments on BSG.
A sample: "Someone must have thrown a punch, or at least an elbow, for a trickle of blood ran down from a split in Apollo's lower lip.
"Captain Apollo, you're hurt!" The president reached inside her blouse and pulled a clean handkerchief out of her bra. She began dabbing at his lip. "Now stand still."
"And I outrank you," the commander insisted, apparently unconcerned by the undignified fracas or his son's injury. "I'm always first. You'd be wise not to forget that!"
"Gentlemen, please calm yourselves. I'm sure we can work out an arrangement that will satisfy all the way around." She continued dabbing at Apollo's lip, allowing herself to admire his chiseled features and soulful eyes. "There, there," she murmured when he winced in pain."
Be sure and read the entire thread. I'm still cracking up.