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call_signs and Designer John, I've got Battlestar Galactica drums haunting my waking life. Seriously, it's like your heart syncs to it, and your palms sweat and you cast furtive glances over your shoulder because they look like us now.
And as I'm just up through Six Degrees of Separation, I don't yet know who else that might be.
Former Editor Mike came by for a 15-hour marathon session of viewing and meta between 1 a.m. last night until 4 this afternoon. We talked "a lot" but, unsurprisingly, agreed on virtually nothing. He's a good kid, but sometimes it amazes me that we actually worked well together for nine months.
I love apocalypse stories, how the characters have these gut-twisting flashes of desolution and helplessness which can't linger because they have to survive, find others, rebuild. And then the things you thought you could trust start to betray you (see: the Chief's creeping realization about Boomer), and you cling to what you know too hard and fast and foolishly because it's all you have (see: recon for Starbuck), and you do things you never thought possible because when everything you knew has been proven wrong, that's when the things you thought were improbable turn feasible (see: Gaius' stuttering steps toward religion).
But the calm moments are beautiful too, like adding one to the headcount for the birth of a baby boy, Billy getting a split-second with Duella, Adama pulling Apollo into a hug so tight it's like you believe he can keep him from death by anchoring him here.
But beyond the compelling humans and their heartbreaking stories, I'm at loose ends. I believe the cylons want to kill off humans for good. I also believe they are fascinated by the fact that despite all our flaws we're the children of the gods, not them, and they're searching for that immutable something to gain communion, too. They've realized that making themselves in our image isn't enough, and they talk about love yet do nothing but use it to manipulate, and they understand nothing yet think they know all our secrets.
I'm not sure how Gaius is holding it together or how far apart the Chief will fall when the truth comes out about Boomer, but those two have me worried. Apollo and Starbuck are the two most adorably dysfunctional kids in all the universe, and I'm so sad about catching that part of last week's episode because the anticipation of not knowing if they'd ever get past pulling each other's pigtails would've been great. I love Adama beyond all reason and logic, and I wish he were my daddy so he'd read me fairy tales about a place called Earth from a book without corners. And Cally and Billy and President Roslin and Duella and SIX, siren-calling she-devil that she is. Is she just playing with Gaius for not loving her? Is she using him to get to the humans? Is she trying to sway him to the cylon side? Does she love him?
I want to know it ALL.
call_signs and Designer John, I've got Battlestar Galactica drums haunting my waking life. Seriously, it's like your heart syncs to it, and your palms sweat and you cast furtive glances over your shoulder because they look like us now.And as I'm just up through Six Degrees of Separation, I don't yet know who else that might be.
Former Editor Mike came by for a 15-hour marathon session of viewing and meta between 1 a.m. last night until 4 this afternoon. We talked "a lot" but, unsurprisingly, agreed on virtually nothing. He's a good kid, but sometimes it amazes me that we actually worked well together for nine months.
I love apocalypse stories, how the characters have these gut-twisting flashes of desolution and helplessness which can't linger because they have to survive, find others, rebuild. And then the things you thought you could trust start to betray you (see: the Chief's creeping realization about Boomer), and you cling to what you know too hard and fast and foolishly because it's all you have (see: recon for Starbuck), and you do things you never thought possible because when everything you knew has been proven wrong, that's when the things you thought were improbable turn feasible (see: Gaius' stuttering steps toward religion).
But the calm moments are beautiful too, like adding one to the headcount for the birth of a baby boy, Billy getting a split-second with Duella, Adama pulling Apollo into a hug so tight it's like you believe he can keep him from death by anchoring him here.
But beyond the compelling humans and their heartbreaking stories, I'm at loose ends. I believe the cylons want to kill off humans for good. I also believe they are fascinated by the fact that despite all our flaws we're the children of the gods, not them, and they're searching for that immutable something to gain communion, too. They've realized that making themselves in our image isn't enough, and they talk about love yet do nothing but use it to manipulate, and they understand nothing yet think they know all our secrets.
I'm not sure how Gaius is holding it together or how far apart the Chief will fall when the truth comes out about Boomer, but those two have me worried. Apollo and Starbuck are the two most adorably dysfunctional kids in all the universe, and I'm so sad about catching that part of last week's episode because the anticipation of not knowing if they'd ever get past pulling each other's pigtails would've been great. I love Adama beyond all reason and logic, and I wish he were my daddy so he'd read me fairy tales about a place called Earth from a book without corners. And Cally and Billy and President Roslin and Duella and SIX, siren-calling she-devil that she is. Is she just playing with Gaius for not loving her? Is she using him to get to the humans? Is she trying to sway him to the cylon side? Does she love him?
I want to know it ALL.
