BSG, Bitches

Battlestar Galactica (BSG for the cool kids) is the best show on television.  Bar none.  It is also the best science fiction show of all time.  ST:TNG was left behind long ago, and Firefly would give it a run if it weren’t cut off prematurely by the evil masters at Fox.

It continues to get better every episode.  For nancyboys who are still working on Season 2, the finale of that season is as if The Shield shot Mackey in the opening episode instead of that snitch.  My wife and I had a long discussion on how BSG could possibly be better.  I said a bit more budget would let them have more sets.  She said a 46-episode season would do the trick.  Whatevs.

For pussies who have yet to see this week’s episode, all I have to say is this: Baltar in a menage with two skinjobs was the least intriguing part of the episode.  Wrap your brain around that shit, son.

~ by kinshay on 2006-11-18.

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