It’s been soooo bloody long. But finally, after a YEAR, the final season of the very best television series of all time is starting this Friday. Everything else is dead to me. My phone will be off, my computer will be unplugged, my doors will be locked… women wanting sexual intercourse with me will have to hold it (ok, that never really happens anyway)… because frack everything else. Battlestar Galactica is back on the air baby!!!
I still remember when I first heard they were re-making Battlestar Galactica. I thought it was such a stupid idea. And holy hell… they’re making Starbuck a WOMAN!?!?! Dirk Benedict would roll in his grave (if he was dead)! But totally by accident I stumbled across the series premier while hanging out at my parents ranch… and within 10 minutes I was totally hooked.
I won’t go into some long diatribe about why I love this show so much… I’ve done that enough over the last couple of years. All I can say is that like a crack addict, I’m overcome with joy to see my sweet sweet sugar on the horizon again! I love movies above anything else… but this weekend George Clooney can kiss my ass. Jodie Foster can go fly a kite and some little bad horror movie about a jungle will have to wait. Battlestar Galactica is finally back, and my precious attention can not be divided.
SO SAY WE ALL!
(I’m such a nerd)
