I finished the final ten episodes of BSG just now (with some time for sleeping and eating, of course) and I must say it was pretty darn good. Didn’t make me cry like DS9’s What You Leave Behind, but still quite good with a nice little twist at the end…of course. Here’s to one of the best shows on television: it was a great run and I’m sad to see it go, but thank God for DVDs, Hulu and iTunes. Still, as we all must have known: there’s no way BSG could have had a happy ending, after all.

If all of this has happened before, it’ll more than likely happen again. Cue Jimmy.

With the end of BSG I am now going to sit back and watch all 10 of the final episodes back-to-back this weekend. I have decided to wait (being impatient due to my impatience) to watch the final ten episodes in this way so I don’t have to wait a week between episodes and “just get this over with”. I love BSG and I’m sad to see it go, and I can’t do it piecemiel: it needs to be now, all at once. And right now I’m doing that, starting with “Sometimes A Good Notion” until I fall asleep and pick it up again tomorrow when I wake up. Something just happened about the half-way mark of this episode that got my attention and made me realize, finally, that I’m really doing this and BSG really is over. I suppose I’ll blog about my feelings on the series and this season at a later time.

Chuck Norris would never get cancer. Cancer would, in fact, get Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris doesn’t eat sushi. Rather, live fish will jump into Chuck Norris’ mouth when he’s hungry.

Chuck Norris is the Final Cylon.

(From Leo) Bullets are known to have a person’s name on them. Chuck Norris has bullet names on him.

(From Leo) Chuck Norris wasn’t asked to play Jack Bauer on “24″ because it wouldn’t be realistic: to save the world, Chuck Norris would only need one hour.

I found some gag reels from Battlestar Galactica on the net. Here’s one from Season 3 and another from Season 1. Enjoy!

So we’re now at the half-way mark of the final season of Battlestar Galactica: a little episode called “Revelations”. In this episode, the Cylons and the Colonials make a truce and use the known Final Four cylons with Kara’s phantom Viper to find Earth — which they finally reach. So they land on Earth after three years of on-and-off searching and…it’s blasted. Nuclear war, apparently. Totally, completely irradiated, probably decades ago. And it looks a little like New York City.

So how did I feel about the ending? In a word: perfect. It was perfect. You would think that after years of searching, the colonials would finally make it to earth and be greeted with open arms or whatever, but nope: in reality, we earthlings blew ourselves up…as we are ought to do. So when our long lost brothers from other mothers find us, we’re long dead. The perfect midway cliffhanger for one of the best shows on television.

2009 won’t be able to get here fast enough. But then, I’ll read this again years from now and be like, oh yeah! I wrote that a long time ago. But right now? It’s gonna be torture.

The Hub is quite possibly the most romantic episode of the new Battlestar Galactica series, ever. Not only did it nearly bring me to tears over the most mature love story I’ve ever seen on television, but it also had one of the biggest plot fake out I’ve ever, ever seen. This was a bigger fake out than in Three Stories, the season one finale of House MD, and gets a reaction almost as big as when we saw The Crying Game for the first time. This wasn’t a twist, like a device M. Night Shyamalan might use in one of his stories, it was just a fake out. But it also scratched another name off the list of possible identities of the fifth and final unknown Cylon. All will be revealed, as the show’s promos say. I can’t wait!

Also, in discussion of the episode with the guys, I came up with the word “Cybrid” to easily label a human-Cylon hybrid; like Hera. This was just me mispronouncing hybrid and creating the portmanteaus as my mind was also trying to say Cylon. So it came out “Cybrid.” And here we are.

I finished up an impromptu probono photoshoot with Regina this evening. I missed Battlestar Galactica, however I’m catching the repeat right now with a Little Caesars Hot-N-Ready pizza and some Landshark beer. I just saw Adama and Tigh beat the living shit out of each other…which was cool…and I’m glowing over the first-time use of my new gear: a new Photoflex ProDuty backdrop system and a Sekonic L-358 light meter. Everything worked great and I’m greatly anticipating going over the photos tomorrow before I run off to shoot some more Edinburg Landsharks football. Speaking of Landsharks: ssssip!

They killed Callie! Tori killed Callie! Wha-what…what the frak?! But, I love Callie. Aawh!

After a year of waiting for the final season of Battlestar Galactica, I couldn’t fully appreciate the episode because I sat next to a BSG Hater who kept dissing the show, sighing at all the right moments and generally being disrespectful at my desire to watch the show. It got to the point where the host of the frak party was telling him to shut up…in the nicest possible way.

At the end, the Hater decided to pull a vote on how weak the episode was. I couldn’t participate because I said you can’t judge a story arc based on one episode. This is the continuation of several story arcs, in fact the middle or beginning of certain story arcs, and all I want is to watch it play out before I cast some kind of vote on weak or strong an episode was. I don’t start calling out my favorite or least favorite episodes until after a season has ended. And I’m not going to judge an entire show or an entire season based on one episode. And this episode was “to be continued” anyway so it’s not fair to judge this even as a single episode. Whatever.

I couldn’t get into it because I was distracted by a hater. From what I saw, however, it looked like the show was again placing the chess pieces across the game board, getting ready to strike with some kind of “oh my goodness!” moment of Battlestar Galactica-calibre awesomeness. I’ll have to catch the episode later to really comment and postulate on it.

To be continued…

That title is almost an old Doom map-making reference.

But, anyway; the first episode of Battlestar Galactica’s final season is on tonight at 9pm central time. So, no phone calls, please. I’m heading over to Mar’s house to check it out. I need to get gas first, then head to the house and pick up my DVD of The Dark Crystal to make tonight a double feature. That should be kind of a treat for Mar’s wife whom I don’t believe has ever seen the film. And since none of us have seen tonight’s brand new episode of BSG, “He That Believeth In Me”, tonight should be a fun one.

Pizza and drinks sold separately. Part of this complete breakfast.