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I'm ashamed to say I'm still slowly working my way through the third season. Australian TV is cruel to sci-fi.
Pssst, John... it's "Galactica", not "Galacitica." Just sayin'.
John, I agree. The odds against this show being good were astronomical -- the network, the original show, etc., but it's incredibly well-written. My wife is not a sci-fi fan and she's addicted, too. By the way, tonight's episode just ended and it was quite wonderful.
Thank you.That is all.
I give you my two "predictions":-Baltar is God......or Charles Manson.-Starbuck=identical twins. My work here is done.
Gosh, I feel like the only person on the planet not into this show anymore. I loved the first season but feel as though it's gotten progressively more preachy and full of itself. I'm a scifi kid at heart; I really, really want to love it D:
Oh, bless you. You're more wonderful than I had originally believed.
I haven't tried to put it into words before, but something about the change from the second to third season completely lost me. Maybe its how Cylon culture was made far too human.
I enjoyed the premiere, and thought it was a good kick off to the last season. Although, I'd like to see one time, on TV, when a character returns from being dead, where they actually kind of understand why people are freaked out about them being alive again...
I did, and it was awesome.
Hi everyone!I am not a huge fan, but the husband loves the show. Still, I found the 8 minute season 1-3 recap ("What the Frak?") completely hilarious. Warning in case it is merited, possible spoilers: "What the Frak?"^_^
Was I the only person texting everyone she knew in order to find someone else who watched the season premier. clearly i need to get new friends.
I am but a poor college student, but yesterday was such a momentous occasion that my economic reality did not stop me from buying a 50 (star) buck bottle of scotch to share with my friends at our small viewing party. I'd like to think that I made Col. Tigh proud.
Happy 75th People Can Drink Again. Legally, That Is Day.
I'd say that show is where I go when I'm [having trouble retrieving the gumption-powered writing career from a superhero-style-shenanigans slip-up, splinting, then post-surgical sloth], but really this is my happy place.
This one is perhaps more representative of happy. That last one was my giddy place (a place in the line for the ladies' room, between Katee-and-Grace and Sheila Nevins, =nirvanaplace).
I am not watching that show again until I hear that they've satisfyingly managed to explain why there's a Dylan song in space. I don't really see how that's possible, though. So I guess I'm never watching it again. Too bad, because it certainly had its moments.
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