My friend Adam challenged me to turn an email thread we had into a blog post, and this is the result. Actually, the real challenge was to post a certain phrase in context, but you’ll have to read on to discover what that phrase is. (Unlike Adam, I don’t put spoilers in the title.)
I started watching Battlestar Galactica when I heard Kevin Smith list it as one of his DVD picks during his guest appearance on Ebert and Roeper last year. I immediately Netflix’d the first two seasons and found it to be pretty engrossing. Without a doubt, the appeal was in the mystery of the cylons — why are they so fucking evil? Why did they take human form? What’s this plan they keep talking about?
Season 3 pretty much sucks though. There’s really no more mystery. Sure, they’ve still got their plan, but everything went downhill when it was revealed that the cylons didn’t just look like humans, they acted like them — had disputes, made mistakes, etc. The mystery is gone and instead, we get entire episodes devoted to Apollo’s marital problems or the captain, who was recently shot in the heart, boxing against his son, who had recently dropped 30 pounds. I don’t care about any of that. Bring back the evil mysterious robot people!
Adam recently blogged about the apparent death of Starbuck, and gave several possible explanations for what might’ve happened. My reply was that she was clearly reaching for the manual eject lever as she steered her plane into the multicolored cloud vagina. I made sure that multicolored cloud vagina links to Adam’s blog so that even though my blog will be the top Google hit for multicolored cloud vagina, he has to live with the fact that he’s second.
Anyway, despite the rumor that Katee Sackhoff was booted off the show, I’m guessing that Starbuck isn’t dead. Not that I care, but I think we’ll continue to see lots more crappy episodes that continue the plotline of her drawing and having nightmares about a multicolored cloud vagina. Because anyone who’s seen the episode knows that’s what it is.