Battlestar Galactica


I thought I could deal. I mean, when I saw the previews for the episode, I had an inkling that she would die. But they killed one of my favourite characters off my favourite show and it’s breaking my heart. Well, not literally, but it’s really on my mind.

The reason I can’t let go, is because nothing is ever quite what it seems on this show. The President of the Colonies, Laura Roslin, had terminal breast cancer from the very beginning, and played the prophetic role of the dying leader, but she got cured, and is fine now. Starbuck has been told repeatedly by the cylons that she has a special destiny, and I find it very hard to believe that that is simply to die and leave behind a hole in the fleet.

There was a mandala that she had been painting (yes, she’s also an artist) since she was a little girl, and she flew into a storm in space that looked like what she had been painting all her life. And to make it worse, what she had always painted matched what was found in the temple that they recently found. (I missed that episode, The Eye of Jupiter, so I don’t know the specifics, but still.)

Granted, her ship exploded from the excess of pressure within the nebula, and Apollo, her best friend, CAG and soulmate, saw it. They didn’t even mount a rescue (I wouldn’t have either, given what Apollo saw). And yes, from what I’ve been able to gather, in the podcast for the episode the producers, Ronald D. Moore and David Eick, killed her to be audacious, making fans everywhere livid because they now think that the writers and producers have no better idea where the show’s story is headed than do the fans.

That last bit really worries me. Before I started picking that stuff up in the forum, I figured they pulled another stunt, like with the President. Starbuck would be captured by the cylons or end up on Earth before everyone else to prepare the way…or something similar. That would be typical for this show. But now I’m not so sure.

The internet rumours are rampant, and no one will confirm or deny unequivocally. But Katee Sackhoff (the actress who played Starbuck) is apparently going to be working on another series for NBC, which will air this fall. And she’s said that she doesn’t want to do another sci-fi show. I think she’s done.

And that just makes me sad. I am a true dyed-in-the-wool Apollo/Starbuck shipper and would be sad for that possibility to die a final death on the show. I also think this storyline is rather unimaginative and not really up to the standards that this show has set for itself.

Now I’m just waiting for the official announcement over the summer, as well as the announcement that the show’s last 13-20 episodes will air next season, end of story.

Disappointment reigns. I’m soooo never going to get over this. *sniff*

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Pursuant to Paul’s admonition to apply what we’re dealing with in the class, here we go.

So, tonight’s class was mighty interesting…as usual the theorist that we covered, Bourdieu was highly boring, but only because he was so dense and it took too much energy to decipher him. I find that to be common not only to sociology theorists, but to nearly all theorists, especially ones who are translated, and ones who are writing in times at least a generation back.

There’s nothing I hate more than a person who says something in 50 times as many words as are reasonably required…especially when they’re all five-syllable words. Thankfully, an interpreter was at hand: the prof. He used a great Canadian hockey analogy, which worked for me, even though I’m neither terribly familiar with hockey, nor a Canadian.

Given that, I must confess that I agree with many of his precepts, especially “Taste is first and foremost distastes — disgust and “visceral intolerance” of the taste of others”. How many times have we heard the cliché “Art imitates life, and life imitates art”? Of course, any cliché becomes one because there’s at least a grain of truth to it, but one can also easily say “Art imitates life imitates art imitates life…and on and on.” And these days, exchange the word Art with Media and you have the newest cliché of our times.

But it’s so damn true! And the film we watched couldn’t have illustrated that better. In “Merchants of Cool” it becomes obvious that while we start something, the media take it, copy, show it to us and then we discard it. We are always seeking to be on the cusp of new and improved and “cool”, but as soon as we see it mirrored back to us, the trend-setters among us discard the old and find something new that is under the radar. Why are we so desperate to espouse something so new that it’s clearly outside the mainstream?

I remember the days before demassification, before the advent of specialty channels (yes, I know I’m dating myself), when it was totally outsider to watch and enjoy scifi, when Star Trek was marginally okay, but only because it was so ubiquitous and widespread. I have always been a relatively rabid Scifi fan, starting from the days of Babylon 5 and The X-Files (but only the good seasons: 1-3), and I read the fanfiction to prove it.

For those of you who don’t know, fanfiction is fiction written by fans of…something, be it a game, a tv show, a movie or something else. You write about characters and situations that someone else came up with, but your story is your own. It’s almost never published in the classic sense, but can easily be found on the internet. A lot of writers use fanfiction as a springboard and practice field for their own original works, but of course, there are legal issues surrounding this little past-time, the severity depending on the fandom.

Anyway, as I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, I’m a major fan of Battlestar Galactica. It’s an original SciFi Channel series. I know there was one in the 70s but this one is completely re-imagined, using only the broadest concepts from the original series. Like I’ve said, Starbuck is a babe…she’s definitely not from the old series 😉 I don’t think I’ve ever been so “mainstream” in my outsider status in my life. I can’t believe how many people have heard of it, watch it, are fans, or just don’t look at me like I’ve grown a second head when I tell them F2F that I love that show.

So I guess I’m part of the “engineered rebellion” that the mass media marketers bring along every once in a while in their ongoing quest to be on the cutting edge of “cool”. How sad.

And that’s all the news that’s fit to print.

And one hell of a giant leap for American society.

I recently moved out of my mummy’s house, into my own place. Yes, pathetic. But in my own defense I lived on my own for almost four-and-a-half years after high school and before I started Uni, and this was mum’s way of contributing to my education (let’s hear it for rent-free accommodations!). There is a point to this, I swear. When I moved, I had more expenses, and just as little money to work with as before, so I cut out some things, out of economic necessity. One of them was cable.

Now, oddly enough, I have not really missed it, except for the withdrawal symptoms I have experienced for Battlestar Galactica (All hail the mighty Starbuck…she is so hot!). But even those DTs I have managed to deal with. Instead of just turning on the tube at any time of day and finding something to watch, I just don’t turn it on. Yes, I’m really that bad. Considering my champion procrastination genes and habits, and my utter uselessness at time-management, this has been an all-around good thing. The best part has been not having to deal all that American crap on the American stations.

But. (You knew there had to be one coming.)

I keep my radio tuned to CBC Radio Two, because they have the good news reporting of CBC Radio One, plus reporting on the arts. And it’s a little something from my childhood, and I can’t help being a sentimental fool. So this morning, the alarm goes and I catch the tail end of the Arts Report, and then the news. Curiously, I don’t remember anything from it, except for the piece about yesterday’s State of the Union Address. As much as it pains me, I am an American (please cease and desist with the rotten tomato throwing, I don’t like it anymore than you do), and there are some things that I pay attention to south of the border, and not just because of our nation’s proximity to that behemoth beside us.

I’ve never watched a State of the Union, I’ve never even had the desire to. I’ve cursed it when I had cable and the show I wanted to see was usurped for that boring bit of non-eloquence. Every network carries it, and every version of it is boring. My mother spent 16 years in California before we came here, so sometimes she has watched snippets of it, I think mostly because even though she never had the right to vote there, she was nevertheless affected by the policies enacted by the folks in Washington.

Be that as it may, if I had been plugged in and paying attention and had the cable to do so, I would have watched the first few minutes of it last night. And not even because it was the President saying something or any of the other usual reasons. It was because of the other player, the Speaker of the House. Because Bush, as much as I usually hate what he stands for and does about it, gave her the respect she deserved (or rather, his speech writer pretended to because of political correctness). And they carried that small exchange this morning on the radio and I cried.

I’m a puddle at just about anything on television or in the movies. I rarely cry in RL, so I need an outlet somewhere, but I’m still always embarrassed to have someone witness that. This morning I cried at a little thing on the radio news report, (I hope this still points to the right broadcast) and I would have been proud to have someone see that.

“Members of Congress, I have the high privilege and the distinct honour of presenting to you the President of the United States,” Nancy Pelosi, the new Democratic leader announced with the traditional words last night.

And in response, besides the expected applause, came this: “And tonight I have the high privilege and distinct honour of my own, as the first President to begin the State of the Union message with these words: Madam Speaker.”

Two little words. But damn, that made me proud. Even though I didn’t vote for her, even though I think politics sucks, even though I don’t even consider myself an American in my own mind. Madam Speaker has officially broken new ground, and I’m proud of that as a fellow woman. Maybe portions of America really could be ready for a female Commander in Chief.

Hallelujah, it’s about damn time.