I don’t understand the obsession with sexy robots, but I have to say I like it. It’s better than unsexy ones, especially if they are bent on killing you.
Battlestar Galactica was a good show. Right up until the last ten minutes or so. I mean, come on, seriously? Angelic beings? Retarded.
Ooops. Hope I didn’t spoil it for you.
Seriously, for the four seasons it was on it captivated me as a sophisticated, if not quite brilliant, exploration of complex personal, social and political relationships. I’ll probably watch it again someday.
But it’s not, say, Firefly or Buffy the Vampire Slayer — i.e., a show I know without a doubt I’ll be watching over and over again.
So to Admiral Adama and crew, I bid adieu. I put these up on ebay the other day. Looks like I might get a couple bucks for them. Score!