Oh “Battlestar: Galactica,” why did your second season have to come to an end? My Sundays just aren’t same without your engaging plots, terrific characters, and hot ladies. You will be missed.
Seriously, I am pissed that BSG isn’t coming back till October. Fucking Katee Sackoff, getting herself pregnant and causing annoying delays to my television schedule. I need my fix, man. I need it badly. Well, by the time the third season does roll around, I’ll have bought the second season on DVD and watched it over again. So at least it will be all in fixed in my recent memory. I just rewatched the first season again, and it was fantastic, and yet somehow the second season was even better. With any luck, next season will follow the trend. What keeps the show so fresh, I think, is that the producers aren’t afraid to take the show in unexpected and risky directions…like with what just happened in season two’s last episode. I won’t recount its events here, out of fear of spoiling it for future viewers, but — damn. That shit was out of left field and awesome at the same time.
I’ve heard this complaint leverage elsewhere, but I’ll repeat it here: I wish the show had launched under a different name. For a sci-fi show, it’s incredibly realistic — no Star Trek overemphasis on technology, no aliens. What it is is a fantastic drama, with richly drawn characters and an emphasis to never find the easy “solution” to moral dilemmas. But the fact that it’s called “Battlestar: Galactica” and set in space keeps away those people who generally shun science fiction, yet otherwise my like the show. ‘Course, now that I think about it, I’m not sure I even want those retarded leper monkeys (sorry, mom) to watch my show.
Speaking of attracting new viewers, I hope to convert a few more people into avid viewers by then. I’m letting Andrew borrow the miniseries right now, then I’m hoping to loan it to Sarah and Nate. I think all three of them would like it, and could also become addicts like Nick, Jason, David, and myself. I’m like that creepy-looking guy, dressed in a ratty thrift store coat and a patchy five o’clock shadow, that hangs out at the middle school, trying to peddle my mind-altering “wares” to the unsuspecting kiddies.
So go ahead — have a taste. If you don’t like it, that’s cool. I won’t make you. But I know you’ll be back.
JAB
3 Responses to “BATTLESTAR: CRACKLACTICA”
Dude, you really should have gone ahead and made the title of this “Battlestar: Cracklactica.” Seriously. Leaving it at “crack” is the equivalent to “Petticoat Junk.” Junk being smack, of course LOL
Good call. Not sure why I didn’t think of that. Actually, I do know why. After writing the post, which I did after working on a new story, my mind was sort of fried. I’ve changed the title of this entry to your suggestion, though.
JAB
jason gave me his copy of the miniseries cause he has it with his season one, myabe I’ll have to join you on a dark street corner one night and try and peddle it away, although I think I’m just gonna grow a mustache, get really fat, and wear undersized clothes to give mine away.
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