If you’re any kind of geek with basic cable, you owe it to yourself to watch Battlestar Galactica tonight. Put aside all of your fond memories of the feathered hair and suede jackets, forget about Starbuck being a chick; just watch the damn show. You will like it. I’ve been hooked since the mini a year and a half ago, and this is something that feels right. Bold themes, fucked-up (but likeable) characters, space battles.

Plus Edward James Olmos and hot Cyclon sex. Though probably not together.

Yet.