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I love Battlestar, stop talking about Battlestar
Recently I decided to see what all this Battlestar Galactica noise was about and Netflixed the first couple seasons. As of this writing I'm about midway through the second season and I have to say that yes, it is as good as people say. I don't mean it's good by the sometimes lower standards of other sci-fi fare, I mean it's just a good television program period. Consider me frakking converted.
Since I'm late to the game, however, and spend a lot of time writing about TV, it has been like maneuvering through a minefield on roller skates to avoid learning what happened during the third season finale. And trust me, there are a lot of people talking about Battlestar Galactica online. The moment I see those two words my eyes try to focus on some other part of my computer screen so they don't absorb any information. I've been doing this so much I've actually built up the muscle tissue around my eyeballs and can juggle strippers with my eyelids (the secret is to have the strippers roll themselves into the "cannonball" position, it makes them easier to catch and throw).
If it were anyone else, I'd tell them to just avoid TV sites until they catch up with the series, but I can't write about TV without frequenting TV-centric sites. It seems inevitable that I'll be exposed to what happened before I've actually made it through the third season: when enough time has passed, people will start speaking more openly about it just as they do certain "movie secrets" like Citizen Kane's sled, Luke Skywalker's father, that "chick" in The Crying Game, and the inexplicable all-animal mass-suicide/sex orgy that was the denouement of Benji: the Hunted, possibly the most disturbing ending to a G-rated movie, ever.
Anyway, much like my first viewing of all those aforementioned films, I'm sure once I finally get around to season three of BSG I'll already know what's going to happen. That's kind of a bummer, but what the hell, it's a good show. Lord knows I can't fault anyone for liking it and wanting to talk about it. Otherwise, what's the point of the internet?
One other thing: I notice that in the sex scenes involving the "human" cylons, they always show a red light running up and down the backs of the cylon. Wouldn't they be able to figure out which ones are cylons by just sexually arousing everyone and seeing whether or not their backs light up? If not, I may have just come up with the plot for some erotic Battlestar fan fiction.
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