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I was actually just commenting to DH the other day how odd it is that we only know the female Cylons' numbers. The men (Doral, Cavil, Leoban, Simon) all have names only, unlike Caprica (6), Boomer (8) and D'eanna (3). I doubt it really means anything (I mean, I doubt the writers sat down and said "Hey, what if we only numbered the CHICKS! Because ______!!!!!!"), but it's kind of interesting.
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The guy who is not Leoben or Dean Stockwell is 5.
Oh, really? I'd forgotten that. Oh well.]
Doral is a Five, I believe. And Ca...
Wait, there's got to be a wiki.
Okay, well, it's down.
Okay, well, the Internet says Doral is a Five, and we don't know the numbers for the others. I thought we did.
You wanna know my favorite thing about Lee's speach? Mr. Jane, who can be a little vigilante, pro-death penalty, more on the side of vengance than justice, has been yelling for Baltar to be airlocked forever. During that scene, I hear him sucking in air, then a "Jeezus!" He felt bad. It actually made him reevaluate what justice means.
That's pretty cool. Next time I'm trying to explain my stance on abortion, I'm just going to have Lee Adama tell him.
I thought that we knew Simon's number. I don't remember what it is though.
During that scene, I hear him sucking in air, then a "Jeezus!" He felt bad. It actually made him reevaluate what justice means.
Awesome. I fucking loved that someone
finally
said that they weren't a damn
civilization
at this point, and that the Old Laws might not exactly apply anymore, and that they might have to figure out a new way to live in this situation.
I haven't watched BSG at all, but I leave the tv on after Dresden Files, and I turned around to listen to Lee's speech. I knew enough from you guys to know what he was talking about. Darn good speech, Lee.
The guy who is not Leoben or Dean Stockwell or Rick Worthy (the black doctor) is 5.
Sort of makes it sound like a logic puzzle, doesn't it?
Hee! It does.
Right now, I mostly find it interesting because there is a "final five." There are 12 in all, but Sharon/Boomer/Athena is number 8 -- which does seem to point to the direction that the numbering may not be in chronological order. I'm wondering Cavil through Boomer are numbers 2 through eight, and if Tigh through Tory are numbers 9 through 12 and if the last to be revealed will be number 1.
I fucking loved that someone finally said that they weren't a damn civilization at this point, and that the Old Laws might not exactly apply anymore, and that they might have to figure out a new way to live in this situation.
Well that, and while you personally can find him morally culpable (though I'm not sure objectively more than anyone else who did what they felt they had to), the question was, was he criminally culpable.
I really liked what Lee said during his speech, but the circumstances surrounding him being on the stand just completely threw me out of the moment. Also, that speech would have sounded more convincing out of Helo's mouth, because Helo is the guy who understands those things, while Lee's never been presented as all that smart before, like, two episodes ago.
And yes, crack and LSD: Four major characters on this mostly realistic space opera each saying one of the first four lines of a great-but-enigmatic pop song from the late 60s while realizing that they are fucking robots and have always been robots and then actually SAYING "We're Cylons and we've always been Cylons." Then a character returns from the dead and then there's this batshit-insane pan-out that takes in several galaxies to fix on our own planet, all in the final 10 minutes of the season. That's on a level far removed from "One Year Later"-crazy. This is wacked-out, hallucinatory madness, and I feel very justified in talking about monkey crack and LSD.
Maybe it's brilliant, too. I certainly haven't thought about much else today, but I can't decide how I feel about it, and that's usually a good sign.