Maybe it’s just my seasonal depression talking, but I find that during the dark Vancouver winter nothing beats kicking back and watching seven consecutive hours of television.
This weekend I rented the entire first season of Battlestar Galactica, and I’m now in the middle of season two. If you had told me a month ago that I’d be heavily invested in this show, I would have called you some kind of insane crazy person and probably rolled my eyes at you and your obviously sub-adequate taste in televisual entertainments. Boy, would I have been (uncharacteristically) mistaken!
This (third) season is shaping up to be a real humdinger, despite last week’s disappointing filler/budget-saving episode. An episode without Gaius Baltar is like a day without sunshine (aka. a day in Vancouver.)