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The babbling about the end of Battlestar Galactica…
Friday March 20th 2009, 11:13 pm

…begins after the cut.

…are you fucking kidding me? Honda’s Asmio robot spells our doom? Seriously?

Never mind the nuclear sword of Damocles that hangs above our heads, or that it’s suspended with the Rope of Intolerance from the Incredibly Shaky Beam of Environmental Collapse? If we’re not nice to our thinking machines, then we’re doomed? Man, frak that.

The coda was a let down. A long time ago, Rick Wadholm said in a critique session that he didn’t trust ghosts, and now I know why. Ghosts are cheating. Angels and demons and all that crap: they’re just narrative devices, and they’re a reminder that everything we’re watching is a lie. The emotional endings that Roslin and Adama and everyone earned, all undone by Ghost Baltar and Ghost Six and Our Blessed Savior Starbuck. No dice, man.

Just as well that SciFi is undergoing its metamorphosis, shedding its skin to become the marketing bastard that is SyFy. Like Derek said on Twitter, “In like a lion, out with a meh.”

I’m glad I saw this. I’m glad I saw it through to the end. And now I want nothing more than to get to work on Windswept so I can read an ending that doesn’t piss me off.

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