I’m late to the party but I recently discovered that, as part of our subscription to NetFlix, we can watch some titles from our PC without having to wait for a DVD in the mail. As a result I’ve been able to catch a few episodes of old TV shows without having to interrupt TT’s steady USPS delivery of Crime Drama Porn (CSI, Law & Order, etc.)
A few minutes ago I watched the pilot episode to the original Battlestar Galactica. I was a fan back then; I had just seen Star Wars and I was already fascinated with anything Sci-Fi. I suppose that’s why I was able to overlook the badness that was the original Battlestar Galactica. Yikes. Still, there was an element of nostalgia seeing my favorite characters: Commander Adama, Apollo, Starbuck (a boy!), Boomer (also a boy!), Athena and, of course, that hawt unnamed female communications officer with the ponytails who said, “launch vipers.” Yummeh!
I suppressed my gag reflex at the first sight of Boxie, the little space brat and his pet dagget. In more modern space epics such as the new BSG, little kids generally, you know, sorta die in horrible ways. That’s quality TV!
What really struck me was how clean the dialog was. I mean, here we find the dregs of humanity in a “rag-tag fugitive fleet on a lonely quest for Earth,” stripped of their families, loved ones and possessions, saying stuff like, “this is a terrible tragedy.” In the new BSG, after the destruction of the Colonies, every other word is “frack.” Why? Because the situation is fracked up and people stop being polite when they’re stripped of their basic comforts. That’s fracking cool TV!
But seriously, thank you NetFlix for making my life even more sedentary than it was before.
Just a reminder to all of you who work in crowded office buildings, or grocery stores, or churches, or preschools: Tomorrow (May 2nd) is No Pants Day. In honor of the occasion I’m gonna wear pants… for a change.
See the official No Pants Day website for more details. Don’t get caught with your pants down!
Translation for the folks across the pond: trousers. Don’t get yer knickers in a bind.
I just finished watching 300, the movie about Spartans that probably never existed in actual history. I have to say, while I found the film to contain some of the most rich and idealized photography, it was also the silliest cool thing I’ve ever seen.
Make no mistake… it was decidedly cool. …and also silly.
Boy, oh boy, is this ever wrong. Quiet? Me? Quiet? Please.
You Are a Ham Sandwich
You are quiet, understated, and a great comfort to all of your friends.
Over time, you have proven yourself as loyal and steadfast.
And you are by no means boring. You do well in any situation – from fancy to laid back.Your best friend: The Turkey Sandwich
Your mortal enemy: The Grilled Cheese Sandwich
Yesterday I was out snapping pictures of anything that would stand still (and a few things that wouldn’t) when I came upon this rather ironic scene. There’s just not much wildlife left to support in this small, neglected strip of land at the south end of town.
Five hours later the sky opened up and dumped three inches of snow on everything. The same location looks downright purdy now.
Have you read the TV? Have you seen the radio?
This is just too terrible to contemplate. Oh, the humanity.
Troy Patterson at Slate watched one episode of “Battlestar Galactica” and declared that the show was “Humans vs. Robots, Round 15” and that it was too dark. That’s like saying “Lost” is about a plane crash. I’ve never watched “Lost,” so maybe that should be my review of that show. I’ll have my agent call Slate. (Honestly, I’m a bit surprised since Slate generally does a better job.)
Look, BSG is not perfect. (Even this fanboy can admit as much.) But I’ve actually watched the episodes (many times over) so on the rare occasion I level a criticism, at least I can do so with hindsight and knowledge. Seems to me Slate could have hired someone with some BSG experience or perhaps rented the first two seasons on DVD so that their reviewer could grab a fistful of clue. BSG — like other multi-threaded programs such as “Lost,” “24,” and classics such as “Babylon 5” — require an investment in time to be fully appreciated. Slate’s reviewer didn’t even try.
I’ve never met the man but I’ve read one of his reviews so I can tell you with as much surety as he has on the subject of “Battlestar Galactica” that Mr. Patterson is a frakking tool.
Nuance much? Not me. Don’t disrespect the Galactica.
Update: Blast! I can’t keep up with my RSS reader. Slate completely redeems itself with this interesting breakdown of the first and second — spoiler warning — episodes as they relate to a certain current war. Spencer Ackerman has watched the program and, while don’t completely agree with his opinion, I can at least see how he arrived at one.