So I’m trying to get back in the swing of things. Things have been, shall we say, whacked out crazy insane? around here for a while but it’s settling down. One of the things occupying a majority of my time is getting read for Music Madness. It’s a bit of a bear to get this tournament up and running by myself, but fun too. So that’s one of the Big Reasons I haven’t been posting. The rest I can’t talk about.

So what is on telly lately? Well, I finally finished Battlestar Galactica up through the phenomenal scene when Admiral Adama discovers who some of the hidden cylons are. I think that was the most powerful scene I’ve seen in a long time. Edward James Olmos’ breakdown was heartrending.

Now, after finding out everything I needed to find out, I’ve been rewatching it from the start. Slower this time and it’s almost… delicious to rewatch some of these scenes, knowing what I know (I’m trying to be sly so I don’t spoil anyone.)

Some things that I think might have been overdone or kind of tedious are the imaginary convos Dr. Baltar kept having with the #6 model cylon. At first it really worked in a greek chorus kind of way, but then they kept doing it. And kept doing it. And finally, I was tired of it. I think the religious themes were sort of heavy-handed as well. But I can put up with both if it means I get otherwise fantastic, the-way-it-should-be-done sci-fi.

What else… The finale of Hell’s Kitchen was the other night. I’m fine with the winner, and I’m damn glad the whiny, self-absorbed, crass, classless Jen was booted off. It always amuses me to see these chef wannabes argue with Gordon Ramsay, as if they know better. Come on now. He’s Gordon F***ing Ramsay. You just don’t argue with him. And a word of advice from a former kitchen grunt: if you’re booted off Hell’s Kitchen, but brought back to help the finalists out on the last service, don’t freaking ask Gordon for a letter of recommendation, and then act like a beeyotch the whole night. Sore loser, thy name is Jen.

Lastly, for now, don’t forget that Dr. Horrible’s first installment will be online July 15th at drhorrible.com! It’s getting rave reviews!

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I’m about one-third-ish the way through Battlestar Galactica now. I’ve finished the miniseries and season 1, and am about 6 episodes into season 2.

I will now take a moment to say to everyone who’s been on my case to watch BSG, “Thank you for your persistence.” I do like it. A lot. More than I thought I would considering I went into it grumpy and not looking for another fandom to be sucked into. I think I’ve leveled up my geek cred as well now that I know what “Frak” means and nearly said, “Thank the Gods” this weekend.

Some thoughts so far:

• Every time they mention the planet Kobol, I think of Cobol and it feels like a little mental speedbump.
• The Cylon raider ships are the wickedest (and by that I mean evil) looking ships I’ve ever seen.
• I love the sound the ships make when they fire their weapons.
• I want to live on Cloud Nine.
• Starbuck is a badass who should figure out who the hell she loves and quit jumping into bed with every guy BUT the one I think she really loves.
• I’ve had to call my grandfather twice for Navy rank advice (I didn’t know what an ‘X-O’ was.)
• I can’t look at Colonel Tigh’s manipulative, power-hungry, slutty wife without seeing snobby, slutty Benny from “Pretty in Pink.”
• Bridget Jones best friend Dr. Baltar does an amazing job keeping the crazy from leaking out.
• I’m a little put off by all the religion, but I’m willing to deal.
• It took me a while to work out the “human” looking Cylons and what their deal was, but I think I’ve got it now.

I’m watching a few more episodes tonight, and thanks to a coworker, I’ll have the season 3 DVDs to devour soon.

I really am enjoying the show and am preparing to be pissed off that the rest of season 4 won’t be airing until next year with the rest of their legion of fans.

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Any day now my next Netflix disks will show up with the first episodes of Battlestar Galactica. This is a show that has been recommended to me ad infinitum from a whole lot of people. I’ve been told I will love it. Some say I’ll love it as much as I love Doctor Who - maybe more so. I say woah hold on a minute there buddy. No outer space sci-fi adventure - with the exception of Firefly - can top the Doctor. I don’t care what you say, nothing - with the exception of Firefly - is better than Doctor Who, so you can take your frakkin’ Cylons and shove them up your asteroid belt.

I may be just a *tad* bit overdramatic I promise not to embark on my Battlestar adventure with a negative attitude. I have heard good things, and what I really need is one more fandom to be passionate about I will say that if I should get sucked into this fandom, I am notorious for having marathon sessions of viewing because I have no patience to wait for the the next disks to arrive from Netflix. And I may end up spending my hard-earned cash buying the DVDs myself. If that happens, I will passing the hat around and taking up donations from every single person who has old me I need to watch this show, and they can fund my daughter’s college education.

So as I make my way through these disks, I may occasionally report my findings so that BSG fans I know and love will see that I’m finally doing it, and they can get off my back about it now

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