I chuck Bauer. Who knows who might come after me for even giving him the time of day?? But I'm not sure I was either Bristow or O'Neill. They're both parental-age for me, which isn't always a dealbreaker, but.

a lot of people who thought the show was too grim

You know, I remember saying this when I saw the miniseries, but I think it's also true of the series: it's not grim, it's grim-lite. A really grim story would dwell on horrors, develop their inevitability and their ramifications. But BSG brings them up and then doesn't follow through. Like getting the nasty initial thrill without having to pay for it.

I think the lack of respite makes it properly grim. Sure, it could be grimmer, but that's what The Sopranos is for. It's an uncomplicated grim, since they don't follow through on the potential complications. But my semantics dub it grim.

Yeah on angsty and hurried and never seeing each other again, but the never-seeing part would be because you'd be on the run from the terrorists who are after Jack before you could put your underpants back on, AND end up getting shot in the back as Jack tried to lift you to the helicopter, and there you would be, bleeding into the asphalt with your panties around the ankles. The sex would be hot (if hurried) to be sure, but I'd say thanks, but no thanks.

Shut up! There are still two women around that slept with him.

Plus, I'd have my own gun, and I'd shoot with no panties on. Because I'm hard core like that.

ita -- the day is not over. (And really, he wasn't even being "Jack" when he was with that woman at the beginning of Day Five.)

Shut up! There are still two women around that slept with him.

Hey, the season is still young.

Also, your Indian name from now on will be Shoots Without Panties On.

Deep down inside, he was still Jack. You can't stop the Jack. You can only hope to obscure it for a while.

And, yeah, I figure one of them will bite it by the end. Two would make me laugh hysterically.

Ah, well. I'd just make sure I'd had many happy years with O'Neill first.

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your Indian name from now on will be Shoots Without Panties On.

It could have been worse, I suppose.

Jack Bauer: too busy for foreplay.

It's an uncomplicated grim, since they don't follow through on the potential complications.

"Uncomplicated grim" is kind of exactly what I mean by "grim-lite" -- it's like Diet Coke or sugar-free Jello or beef-flavored tofu. There are a lot of scenarios that they could develop to be So Much Worse, and they're like "Oh, but we wouldn't go there. Moving right along --"

No, I don't believe in reduced-fat Oreos. Just eat a frelling Oreo, or don't, and quit teasing me about it!

"Uncomplicated grim" is kind of exactly what I mean by "grim-lite" -- it's like Diet Coke or sugar-free Jello or beef-flavored tofu. There are a lot of scenarios that they could develop to be So Much Worse, and they're like "Oh, but we wouldn't go there. Moving right along --"

The way I'd describe "uncomplicated grim" doesn't match how you're describing "grim-lite". Or perhaps it's because I don't have any reaction along the lines of "It could be worse! Why isn't it worse?"

They torture their characters, and give them very little time in the light. Any bit of hope they may get is often quashed fifteen minutes later in the episode. Happy things don't happen. People die, make choices that lay on the guilt, kill, are captured, lied to, beaten, raped, sacrifice their lives, etc.

That's not lite to me.

I've almost certainly said this before, but I still view Galactica as at least 50% black comedy. So the darker it is, the funnier it is.

I suppose it's also because I don't particularly empathize with the characters, though. If I was concerned about them as individuals it'd probably be depressing to watch them suffer. As it is, it's extremely amusing.