Battlestar Galactica is the best show on television that you aren't watching.  (In the unlikely event that you are watching Battlestar Galactica, then 30 Rock is the best show on television you aren't watching.  If you are watching both of them, well, wanna be best friends?)  

In general, there are two kinds of science fiction - the kind that uses the framework of sci-fi to reflect and comment on our own society, and then there are Halo novelizations and Star Trek slash-fic. BSG is the first kind, except is also has special effects better than some feature films and sexy robots.  Really, really sexy robots.  I haven't been this attracted to a robot Rosie from the Jetsons.


A few thoughts on the Season 4 premiere of Battlestar Galactica from last Friday. If you haven't watched before, go buy or Netflix the DVDs from the first three season and watch them.  I'll wait.  All done? Okay, great.

- I now have SciFi HD for the first time.  This show looks frakkin' spectacular in HD. Edward James Olmos' face used to look like the surface of the moon, but in HD he looks like an English muffin.

- Yes, I'm going to use frak in place of all swear words when talking about BSG.  Suck it up, toaster-lover.

- Baltar may look like Jesus, and be worshipped like Jesus, but he sure gets alot more hot space-ass then Jesus.

- As good as this episode was, it answered zero questions that came up in the last season finale.  I'm fine with this, but:  there better be some answers this season.  How is Tigh a Cylon if he was fighting in the first Cylon war? What was with the Bob Dylan song in the finale? And, after 3 seasons, will we finally find out what the hell is up with Baltar's Head Six? 

- Of course, I have complete faith it will work out, but even if it doesn't, it won't change how much I have loved this show.