BSG: Deadlock (or; Eastenders in Space)

•February 25, 2009 • Leave a Comment

No preamble and no real plot synopsis this time, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that anyone interested enough in reading this has, more thank likely, seen this episode already. If you haven’t, go and watch it because it’s pretty good!

So, without further ado…


We are now 18 episodes into season four, this being the sixth episode since the mid-season hiatus.

The entire series has only FOUR episodes left!!!

With this in mind you’d think that the writers would be starting to wrap things up by now… but from the previous few episodes I’m guessing that they are blissfully unaware that the developers want to end the show this season, and are taking massive time-scale liberties with their episodes as a result.

Lets be honest, BSG has never been the model series for pacing in either its episodes or it’s seasons. To be honest, I only remembered today what happened in season three, and remembered being sincerely disappointed by the storyline. I can’t explain why, but that entire saga with the bloody Eye of Jupiter really grated on me and I felt as though I were forcing myself to watch just because I felt I owed it to myself to find out what was going on after two and a half seasons of unswerving, unquestioned loyalty to the show. But I’m rambling.

Pacing. The show seems to fluctuate with some regularity between episodes which pack far too much action and story into their hour-ish long slot and episodes that spend too much time doing not much of anything, the characters dancing (or, more often than not, rambling and clunking) around the issue at hand which might move the story along. I’m no expert, but I’m sure that a show of this type would have a group of writers who work together (for a given value of ‘together’) to deliver the stories, but it seems as though some writers are determined to tell one story, all on their own, which has far too many elements to span one, or, in some cases, even two episodes, and other writers are just there to bridge the gaps between those story-intensive episodes, but aren’t up to the challenge of making the decidedly slimmer story they have to tell interesting to watch. Unfortunately, this episode was one of the latter.

I’ve called the blog ‘…(or; Eastenders in Space)’ because this ep really was much less a space opera, and more a soap opera. Worse, actually, just a soap.

(For the Americans who may read this, Eastenders is a very popular British soap which has been around for as long as people have wanted to live vicariously through the depressing day-to-day dramas of east-end London lowlifes. Actually, I’m told that Eastenders has quite a big following ni the States, so apparently the British aren’t the only saddos out there… Wait a minute, I’m writing a blog about a TV show… I don’t think I can comment on people who watch Eastenders anymore…)

There was adultery (well, it’s debateable, but as Tigh is the father of Caprica’s baby (SEE? How much soapier can this get?!) he is comitting adultery by sleeping with Ellen (that’s how much!)), there was a misscarriage (Caprica’s baby), there was bitching (Tigh Vs Ellen Vs Caprica), there was depression (Bill’s constant moody watching of the Six’s and Eights as they painted bucketfuls of Cylon goop all over the walls of his ship) and there was massive amounts of FAIL (Baltar FTL (that’s For The Loss, not Faster Than Light… and I’m a confirmed geek now!)!

Story-wise we didn’t get much in the way of advancement, apart from writing off little Liam (“…that’s short for William…” – Bill Adama) as the Cylon sign of hope for their future existance sans-ressurection.

We did get some things to think about though, one of which I was talking to Ross (who works with me and also watches BSG, Fringe, Lost and now Dollhouse religiously) about today; how did Caprica get preggers? How does the entire ‘we need love to make ze babies’ work? and what implications does Liam’s death have on the Cylons and humans alike?

We’ve been told for several series’ now that Cylons can’t coneieve children. Apparently, they lack the ability to ‘love’ (it’s in quotations because they may define love in a different way from us), and it is this that holds them back. However, I’m fairly certain that when Tigh took Caprica forcefully in the brig (euphemism for anal anyone?), there was no love between them. So how did she get up the duff?

While we look into this, we also have to bear in mind that Athena has had a child, Hera. She was conceived by Athena and Helo on Caprica (the planet, not the Cylon), and born successfully in the fleet. She’s still alive and well. Her father was a human and her mother a cylon.

In the last episode, Ellen Tigh tells us that she made the skinjobs the way they are so that they will be as ‘human’ as possible, with a built in capacity for growth. I stipulate here that ‘growth’ could actually be a form of hyper-efficient evolution. This ability was built into the final fives’ children because they understood perfectly how much the nature of growth was a vital part of being human. If this is the case, then ‘love’ (which HAS to be a quantifiable concept as the robots, however advanced, are still based on a numerical system as there is no way of programming a computer to understand a concept as variable and indefinable as what we consider to be love) could be a trigger which activates the ‘growth’ cycle and enables the cylons to fall pregnant. However, this leads us back to the issue that Caprica was, most likely, not in love with Tigh when they oncieved Liam.

Ross brought up the point that perhaps the females are already programmed with the ability to bear children – they seem more able to love, they are more empathic, kinder, more sympathetic to others, where most of the male models are hard, cold, calculating and incapable of feeling much beyond basic emotions, or reproducing what they percieve to be the necessary emotions they should be feeling at any given moment. The males, then, are required to grow and to unlock that part of their programming that will give them the ability to be a father to a child. There is another layer in this, Ellen tells us in this episode that she was unable to bear children. This statement gives us some grounding in why the female Cylons would be ‘born’ with the ability to conceive – parents generally try to give their children things in life which they did not have. Ellen didn’t have a chance to have a child, so she programmed the ability into her own ‘children’. This also goes some way to explain her uncoditional love of her children and the depth to which she is hurt by Saul and Caprica’s relationship (he has had something with their (for want of a better word) daughter that she could never have with him).

Thus, both Caprica and Athena were able to concieve, not because of ‘love’ but because their other half was fertile and able to father a child.

Another theory takes the evolving part of the previous theory more seriously in keeping with what we think of as evolving. Basically, animals evolve through necessity, not because they want to or because they can. Therefore, the ‘growth’ gene in the Cylons is triggered by the acceptance that ressurrection is not possible and that they must find another way to live. The male cylons all seem to depend far too heavily on ressurection, and refuse to let the dream of their immortality die with the destruction of the ressurection ship, whereas the females seem to have accepted the truth that they will not get another chance at life and, therefore, must ‘live on’ in a different way – concieveing children.

I presonally like the second theory at the moment as it has the fewest holes and could prove a very interesting future plot point if I’m right (not to mention a lot of cyber-gloating).

As for the implications of Liam’s death, my personal feeling is that this may provoke the Cylons’ exodus from the fleet. They may feel that being with the humans can only put them at risk and that for their future survival, they must depart and leave the humans to it. They may try to find Cavil and unite all of the cylon models. Ross, I think, is more confident that the loss of his son will make Tigh more adamant to stay with the fleet and will force the hand of the rest of the cylons to staying too, as they can’t unite the models without all of th final five. Either way, the ramifications of Liam’s death could well be huge and prove the catalyst for the next, and final, four episodes of BSG.

Whatever happens though, I’m predicting masses of exposition and storytelling in the next episode. Something big is heading our way, and I can’t wait to see how this all turns out.




Apologies for Absence

•February 25, 2009 • Leave a Comment

So, I’ve not done this for a while (10th of Feb to be exact, so a little over a fortnight), and for the lack of updates I am truly apologetic… Mind you, I don’t think that enough people read my blog in the first place to truly miss not having it to read between other more wholesome and, possibly, more productive activity on or, as it may be, off the worldwideweb.

However, we must be polite and attentive to those magical few who grace these pages (sorry, this (singular) page with their presence every now and then, so I’ll give you an explanation as to my absence.

A couple of weeks ago I ended up in hospital having a CT scan following a particularly nasty headache that had me shivering, retching and generally behaving in a manner that suggested anything but my being a healthy human being. I was told, after the scan came back clean and fresh as a daisy (if you think you’re the first person to think about making a “What, there was nothing in there at all? Gnyargh-gnyargh!” joke, think again), that the problem was stress related and the effect was compounded by having had little sleep recently and having caught some sort of 24hr virus. I went home (from Walsall Manor Hospital and possibly the single most arsy doctor I’ve ever had the misfortune to be lumped with) feeling still under the weather, but decidedly better after having slept for about an hour and consuming some drugs. Once home I got progressively better and had a very enjoyable Valentines weekend doing very little and taking everything easy.

Following that, I’ve had a pretty intense couple of weeks at work and have not really had much time to write up a blog about it all, until now.

So, that’s my explanation for my absence, I apologise sincerely for not keeping you posted and will try and get a blog up with some frequency (I’m thinking weekly at the moment with supplemental blogs as and when I feel the need to write anything) but we’ll see how it goes.

Thanks for sticking with it!

Oh, just a quick note, if you’ve had a look at the blog please drop me a comment or message or whatever just to let me know what you think of it, if there’s anything I can do to improve it or just to let me know you’ve had a look! Not obligatory, but everyone likes to get feedback!



Hannah Was Ill…

•February 10, 2009 • 1 Comment

Han’s been pretty ill over the past couple of days, we think she may have had food poisoning… However, we ate exactly the same thing! That made me think a bit about how strange the human body is; how can something have such a profound affect on one person and the exact same thing have next to no affect (apart from making them full up) on another person?
I’m no scientist, doctor, biologist, or any other student of the sciences or the human body, but what I can tell you is that it’s bloody weird!

Proper blog coming soon. Possibly not in the next few days, but certainly sometime over the weekend (possibly even Thursday).



So Fringe is back…

•February 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Firstly I’d like to apologise for some things I got wrong in an earlier post. Apparently the only shows not shown on UK TV channels (including Sky and Virgin) were True Blood and Firefly. I was wrong, I admit it, I’m sorry.


Since they had a bit of a break over the Christmas period, I’ve had the opportunity to catch up on JJ Abrams’ new baby; Fringe. The show is billed as an X-Files meets Twilight Zone meets… anything else of that nature really. It’s a show about a team of people led by an FBI agent (Olivia Dunham), who investigate cases with roots in strange phenomena and cutting egde (or ‘fringe’ (hence the name)) science and technology. And it’s f**king BRILLIANT!

One of the strange posters for Fringe, displaying an isoceles triangle inside a leaf

One of the strange posters for Fringe, displaying an isoceles triangle inside a leaf

Where the X-Files was concerned with two agents in a basement office, tucked away from the main mass of the Federal Beureau of Investigation lest they be found out and the entire organization be ridiculed for even thinking about investigating this kind of thing, constantly on the look out for little-green-men, Fringe brings us into the heart of a real FBI team with over two-dozen agents and a really swanky set of offices, interview/interrogation rooms, toilets, their own water cooler, etc., etc., who are specifically tasked with being on the lookout for the weird and wonderful, and with bringing in the perpetrators of the offences, while a mad scientist dredges his broken memories for anything he knows about such procedures, chemicals, phenomena or technology (fortunately for the team (and the would-be next victims) this particular mad scientist either knows quite a bit about the subject in the first place, is clever enough to work out exactly what is going on if he doesn’t already know, or is the fella who actually came up with it in the first place!), and his son uses his own clandestine, spurious, questionable and occasionally criminal means to help the investigation and the team in any way he can.

Lance Reddick as Phillip Broyles, John Noble as Dr. Walter Bishop, Blair Brown as Nina Sharp, Kirk Acevedo as Charlie Francis, Anna Torv as Olivia Dunham, Mark Valley as John Scott, Joshua Jackson as Peter Bishop and Jasika Nicole as Astrid Farnsworth

The cast of Fringe: Lance Reddick as Phillip Broyles, John Noble as Dr. Walter Bishop, Blair Brown as Nina Sharp, Kirk Acevedo as Charlie Francis, Anna Torv as Olivia Dunham, Mark Valley as John Scott, Joshua Jackson as Peter Bishop and Jasika Nicole as Astrid Farnsworth

There have been 13 episodes so far (I think the 14th airs either this week or next), and they are rapidly establishing a brilliant mythos (the likes of which X-Files took a couple of seasons to properly ingraine into the minds of its viewers) full of shady characters, mutli-national corporations, double-crossing double- (and, possibly, triple-) agents, and more pseudo-science than you can shake a neon-green-liquid-filled-pipette at, while maintaining a level of ‘monster-of-the-week’edness that enables new viewers to come in as and when they want and still derive plenty of enjoyment from the ensuing storyline (if you are new to the show I would DEFINITELY reccommend watching from the beginning, if for no better reason than if you didn’t you’d miss out on some great episodes!). Fortunately (yet, rather strangely for an Abrams show) there is no regular cliff-hanger ending which leaves you gaping, hands in the air, at the TV as if someone had paused you mid-rant. This is possibly the shows way of saying “It’s okay! You probably don’t need to watch the next one if you don’t want to because this particular story has been wrapped up for now! We would like to see you again though…”. Then again, having said all this, there are continuing plot-arcs and there are mysteries dotted about the place waiting patiently to be solved, so regular viewers are awarded when we get a payoff (regardless how small) from a setup that happened three, maybe four episodes ago, that, and the relationship between Peter Bishop (the mad scientist’s son) and Dunham (the FBI agent) is often quite similar to that of our erstwhile favourite FBI pairing (though it does feel that the roles have been somewhat reversed on occasion, as Peter displays Scully-esque scepticism while Dunham is, like Fox Mulder, often quite eager to believe). One of the only little, teeny, niggling problems with the series is that the character development and consistency (not like, how thick it is, but how constant and well maintained it is) can sometimes get a little lax, depending on who’s writing the episode. But no matter who writes which episode, there is always Walter Bishop, played to utter and astounding perfection by John Noble, and whose lines are written and delivered perfectly with simplicity, complication, comedy and high drama. If you need just one reason to watch it; he’s it!

If you like sci-fi at all, chances are, you’ll like Fringe. And, if you just like good drama, action, mystery and some good characters you’ll like Fringe too. Give it a go! It won’t bite… much…



The Cost of Learning

•February 4, 2009 • 1 Comment

My girlfriend is currently hoping to take her PGCE (if that’s what it’s called… basically a teaching qualification) and she had a few papers to look over to talk about in her interview the other day. One of these was about the cost of LEARNING.

I was happy enough to pay over a grand (that’s +£1,000) a term for my university education, which has enabled me to get into the job I now have, which I don’t think I would have, had I not attended uni. However, that fee is rising inexorably every year and with the current financial ‘crisis’ (that’s hyphonated because I think crisis is far too strong a word to describe what is happening on most personal levels regarding available and future funds) in full sway, people are just not going to be able to afford to go into further education.

Han (my GF) is going to have to pay a grand sum of +£3,000 to get her teaching qualification. She doesn’t have £3,000. Neither do I. Nor do a lot of other people I know. So, while there is a recession going on, why are we making the people who want to become the nurturers of society’s future pay so much for the privelage of learning how? I suppose one argument says that the fee is in place to pay the teachers who will teach them, and to ensure that only the number of people who really want to become a teacher apply to do the training. But I’m not buying it. The government must want people to become teachers, surely? There must be cash set aside somewhere to fund the learning of these selfless individuals who are willing to put up with and try and teach all those snotty, horrible kids out there every day? Why should they have to foot the entire bill themselves if all they want to do with their lives is devote it to passing on their knowledge to the next generation? I, personally, would say that, without these wonderful individuals, without their skill, their wisdom, their knowledge, their patience, their careful nurturing and faultless understanding, the world would be at a loss. It would not have all the clever people who create medicine to cure terrible diseases, people who work out how to build buildings on fault-lines and have them stay upright in the face of the most ruthless earthquake, people who develop cleaner, greener energy to fuel our homes, our cars, our workplaces, and it would not have the kind lady who sits behind a till at Sainsbury’s and asks if you’d like any help with your packing.

But it’s not just the would-be teachers who are footing ever larger bills for their learning, people as young as 16 are having to pay higher and higher costs to partake in further education. In a society which has become obsessed with giving out degrees, with companies who won’t even think of hiring young people if they haven’t been to university, it seems highly counter-productive to have a system which is lowering the amount of people who will be able to attend college or university. Not too long ago a university education was not common. Someone with a degree was considered aloof from the rest of society, and were praised and lauded. They were to become the doctors, the architects, the politicians, the teachers, the generals, the admirals and the company directors. They would be the people who built the future. But the masses were not privelaged enough to have the opportunity to get this level of education, regardless of the fact that many of them would be far more capable than those who got the chance to learn (as has been proven throughout history; the labourer on a building site who knows more of construction than the foreman, the lowly private who is more tactic-savvy than his commanders, etc.). Will this be the shape of our future? Will we see only the few privelaged, rich and spoilt children take precedence over our own bright little minds because they can afford the entrance and tuition fees and we cannot?

I sincerely hope not.



BSG: A Disquiet Follows My Soul (Or; Geata Grew Some Balls) and The Oath (Or; Everything Goes to S**t)

•February 3, 2009 • Leave a Comment


I’ve done a double-BSG catchup so I’m up to date with the episodes now. This blog will encompass the two most recent eps, but I’ll try and make it slightly more comprehensive than the last one (KEYWORD: Try)!


We’ll start with ‘A Disquiet Follows My Soul’.

This episode is all about an impending alliance with the rebel cylons which has the majority of the fleet in an uproar. The cylons essentially want to offer their far more advanced FTL (Fsater Than Light) technology to the entire fleet (aww, isn’t that nice?), but in order to outfit the ships with the unfamiliar technology, cylons will have to do the bulk of the engineering work. This is totally unacceptable to most, but what is even more unacceptable to them and to the rest of Galactica’s crew is that the cylons want civilian status, they want inclusion into the rank and file of the fleet, with all the benefits and privelages that entails (including the protection of the Admiral). While an out-and-out alliance is not going to swing just yet, Adama is Adama-nt that the fleet recieve the FTL upgrade. The Quorum meet to discuss and vote ‘NAY!’ on just about everything, with Tom Zarek heading the meeting and leading the rabble to the neatly stacked, specially made, cylon-burning torches. One of the ships – specifically the one hauling the fleets entire supply of tylium, the Hitei Kan (I got the spelling from Wikipedia. Go Wiki!) – makes a run for it when faced with a boarding party from the Galactica following a mutiny by the crew, using their FTL to jump away from the fleet, following Zarek’s order. Adama has Zarek arrested and gets the co-ordinates of the Hitei Kan from him (we’ll come to that later). The ship is brought back, but while incarcerated in Galactica’s brig, Zarek strikes up a bargain with one-legged multiple-side-switcher Gaeta. Gaeta will get Zarek out and is putting together a plan to oust the keepers of the status-quo and install a new, totally anti-cylon reigime in charge of the fleet, with Gaeta and Zarek at the helm (if you’ll pardon the pun).

In other news: Roslin and Bill are getting along fine, but Roslin doens’t want to be President anymore. She stops taking her medication and goes for a run. Baltar renounces God in an angry speech. Saul Tigh and Number Six have a healthy sprog on the way. Tyrol lears that he is not Nicky’s dad (after bringing him into sickbay and learning that they boy will suffer renal failure in the not-too-distant future); that honour belongs to Hot Dog – they get in a brawl which marks the end to Baltar’s speech. Gaeta confronts Thrace about her past actions towards him (particularly that part of their history which sees them in an airlock, one standing, one kneeling); Gaeta has, it seems, finally grown some balls and decided that enough is most definately enough.

This episode, for me, brought back something of the old BSG, something that was lacking in the previous couple of series’. It was hard, it was challenging and it never once alluded to mystical prophecies (okay it did once, but Roslin converting the last half of it into “blah, blah, blah, blah” kind of rules it out) or took us away from the core of what BSG is really all about; the remnants of a victimised race, living all alone on the fringes of space with too little food, too little water, skittish personalities on the threshold of breaking-point and a grim determination to survive, whatever the cost. It’s Boys From the Black Stuff in space.

It was refreshing to see Laura Roslin weak at the start, then energetic and euphoric during her run instead of being actively political and concerned only with the matters of the fleet. It feels good that she is taking some time to herself and having a bit of fun with her remaining time.

Tom Zarek was another welcome addition to the episode, he has been away for too long and it was great to see him here, once more on the path to securing the presidency for himself and trying to take the fleet in a new direction. It’s always nice to see Richard Hatch in BSG. Aside from being the original Apollo and holding the history of the show in his own hands, he is a fantastic actor and any episode is made better just by watching him.

The occasion of Tigh and Six’s child’s scan was a reminder to us all that cylons are not supposed to be able to reproduce, and that this marks the start of something new; life without ressurection ships.

Tyrol teaching Hot Dog the first lessons of parenting (The first rule of parenting is that we do not talk about parenting. The second rule…) was nice, but at the same time very edgy. It felt quite natural that Tyrol should want to give up Nicky as soon as poss after their history together, but that he wouldn’t trust anyone straight away to do the job as well as he did it. Hot Dog’s reluctance to be a parent was short lived, but in these times where loneliness is too foten amongst the stars, I’m betting he was jumping at the chance to have someone to care for.

I’m going to say that having Ron D. Moore both writing and directing is what made this episode so great. There wasn’t any action (save a bit of running), there wasn’t much in the way of future-techno-babble or problem solving Geordi LaForge style, there wasn’t anything much that made this episode stand out on paper, but his practiced, careful and, most of all, loving hands were noticeable throughout the episode, and that’s what makes it greater than most.

All in all a good episode!

On to: The Oath.

This is going to be a bit more blow-by-blow as far too much happens for me to sum up. Well, I could sum up by saying ‘Gaeta takes over the Galactica, people die and there’s a lot of great scenes and a wonderful stand-off at the end’, but I won’t.

So, the fleet arn’t letting any cylons on board to do the upgrades on the FTL drives, which Adama considers a military perogative, and, therefore, not a deicision civillians need to worry about. Gaeta helps Zarek escape and, during the course of their theft of an empty raptor, ex-Pegasus deck chief Laird takes a wrench to the back of the head and is killed (by Zarek, the nasty man!), but there is a witness… Zarek gets back to Colonial One, and Lee wants to know why he’s out of the brig. Lee tries to call Adama, but Gaeta answers the call and fobs him off. Still in CIC, a fire has broken out on C deck, home of the communications array, and Adama calmly orders a fire team to C deck. Gaeta reports that both the main and back-up arrays are down. In the barracks Kara and Hot Dog have a bust up (Hot Dog: “You’ve slept with half the fleet and have nothing to show for it.” nice) and Kara storms out and into the wake of people fleeing the imaginary fire. She disobeys commands to leave and makes her way in the opposite direction unnoticed. The fire is in fact a ploy by Gaeta to get everyone out of the way so that he and his followers can get guns from the lockers on this deck and sabotage the communications; cutting Galactica off from the fleet while the take-over is in progress (this includes internal communications, therefore any attempt to retake the ship will be hampered by lack of communication with the various and numerous resistance cells). Anders is tossing a ball around when Seelix lures him into her honey-trap. He gets captured by mutineers. Lee gets back to the Galactica and is effectively captured by mutineers in the docking bay. One holds a gun to his head but before he can fire is promptly blown away by Thrace, who shoots another mutinous pilot in the chest and secures Lee’s freedom. They run for cover. Mutinous marines storm the Agathons’ apartment and take them away, leaving Karl with a nasty bump on the noggin. They throw them in a cell with Six and Anders. In the CIC, Gaeta takes over and places Adama and Tigh under arrest. They are taken to the brig. Lee and Kara get to Roslin’s quarters and they discuss their next plans. Roslin has an idea about the radio. On the way to the brig, Adama and Tigh escape, killing one marine and taking the other hostage. Tyrol is helping Baltar’s people out by reinforcing their position against attackers. Baltar wants to leave. Lee, Kara and Laura leave her quarters and make their way to Baltar’s hideout. When they get there, Tyrol tells them that he can get Adama and the Pres out if they get them to Storage Bay 2 in an hour. Roslin talks to Baltar and coerces him into letting her use his pirated wireless linkup. Gaeta calls Zarek and tells him the good news; Galactica is theirs. Zarek is unimpressed that Adama is still alive, indicating that he would not have been as lenient to the old man as Gaeta was (big mistake Gaeta). While they are talking, Roslin addresses the fleet, talking about how the cylons are their last chance at finding a new home and that they should not let themselves be swayed by feelings of fear and doubt. Gaeta cuts the transmission, but not until after the harm has been done. Lee and Kara, out looking for Adama, bump into the admiral and Tigh. They let the marine hostage go. Kara tries to shoot him and, after being reprimanded by Adama, shouts “they’re not your men anymore, they are the enemy!”. Quite right too. In SB2, Roslin and Baltar talk about Gaeta and the uprising. Baltar tries to convince Gaeta to give up, but to no avail. The resistance get the other important parties to the Storage Bay, but, on hearing that one of Gaeta’s marine strike teams are heading in their direction, Adama and Tigh decide to stay and buy the others some time while they run. After a long goodbye the Pres gets into the waiting raptor with Baltar and Eight and Tyrol, Lee and Kara scuttle into the air ducts. Gaeta, in CIC, orders Narcho to destroy the fleeing raptor. The marines arrive and, after a touching but sparse scene of brotherly love between Adama and Tigh, begin cutting their way into the bay. Adama fires a few shots through the gap. A marine primes a flashbang and sends it into the storage bay where it goes off. “To be continued…”

To be honest, I’m all worn out just writing that.

This episode was a real tour de force, a great hark back to when the action flowed thick and fast and snap decisions had to be made and damn the consiquences. It was refreshing seeing a hostile takeover go so well, be planned so smoothly and executed so ruthlessly. Who would have thought that Gaeta had it in him?

It was nice, also, to see the admiral’s relationship with the president burgeoning, to see them connect in the open, around other people, but the director managed not to let it get in the way of the story telling, and nothing was overblown or too dramatic. I will say, though, that Saul Tigh’s face on seeing the Pres come out of Bill Adama’s room was absolutely classic! I’ll have a look for a screenshot.

The ending was also very well executed, the interplay between the characters was almost perfect, and I was happy to see not one person say “No admiral! Don’t do it!”, as people are altogether too often doing in these situations. I’m very much looking forwards to the next episode!

All in all, two brilliant episodes. This is why I watch BSG.



Exeros’ WoTLK life has just begun!

•February 3, 2009 • Leave a Comment

As in, World of Warcraft.

Got Exeros (my main, a draenei enhancement shaman – otherwise known as a ‘dual-weilding, earth-loving spacegoat’) to 80 the other day. Thought it was blog worthy.

Exeros 'dings' 80 at the feet of the mighty giant Thorim

Exeros 'dings' 80 at the feet of the mighty giant Thorim

I missed out on all the end-game stuff of The Burning Crusade (the previous expansion for those of you who are blisfully unaware of what I’m talking about) because by the time I’d gotten Ex to level 70 (the level cap at that point) Wrath of the Lich King (the latest expansion) was just around the corner and approaching fast with its lights flashing and its horn blowing. Hopefully, this time, I’ll be able to enjoy the endgame hunting and culling of Arthas Menethil, AKA The Lich King, and derive much pleasure from it!

At the mo’ though, just looking forwards to kicking some ass in Naxxramas once the guild has enough regular 80’s to float a proper team.

Go Kingdom of Shush!