Faith!

Dean 1, Reaper 0!

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Faith on Thursday, check.

I would SO be doing postcards, but in the great computer mindwipe, my Photoshop bit the dust, and we've not had time to coax the computer to load it again. Probably a good thing, actually.

Also, maggiesox, when you check back in, welcome. And I love your tagline--or did, when I first read it as "Send lawyers, guns, and chutney."

Loving all the BSG analysis; it may convince me not to "Lost" BSG. So sad, when a pretty, interesting show with pretty people goes all "enh."

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Lost has "lost" the ability to be analyzed for me. I mean, we had the numbers, but they've gone. What is lostzilla, oh nevermind. There's not enough "there" there.

At least with BSG there's the nature of humanity and civilization. I think it especially helps that so much of it, I think, can be applied to current events. Us vs. them when we, I mean the country on average, don't have a thourough understanding of exactly who "they" are. Contrasting religions. The safety of your people, pushed to an even further extreme than even the worst neocon nightmare, vs. what you as a people want to stand for. I think the premise and mission of the show just holds up better even when inidividual episodes or storylines are all WTF! Monkey Crack!

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I have been so frustrated with the lack of any sort of discernible direction this season on BSG, though. I still love my characters, my Helo and my Chief and my Gaeta, the ones who sort of sustain reality for me when Lee and Kara and Bill and Laura and Gaius and Six go all histrionic and indecipherable and WTF? Not that the secondary-tertiary characters can't be all 'splodey too, but for the most part, they're the through-line, when the headliners are chewing the bulkheads.

I think the only characters who did that for me on Lost were Hurley and... Steve? or Scott? Bernard and Rose, and whatever happened to B&R, anyway? And frankly, I just stopped caring. Sawyer and Freckles still hot like burning, and very very pretty. But...enh.

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Yesterday I was just saying that I sorta feel about Galactica S3 the way I do about Angel S3: Horribly, horribly flawed in many ways, and with both shows I almost gave up halfway through because, good lord. But man, I love the ideas and the arc now that I can see it as a whole. even if I don't like a lot of the individual episodes.

So I personally feel kinda reconciled (though I do want to watch The Good Bits of the past season sometime soon to re-evaluate) but I realize this is small comfort to those who think of Angel S3 and go, "Ugh."

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See, that I get. But again, they still have stuff that appeals to my overall theory of the way things work, that they still have me.

I get that it leads nowhere, but it hits my buttons so I'm there.

ETA: Strega is me, and damn do I feel honored saying that (though, for full disclosure, I should say I seriously disagreed with some opinions expressed in Angel recaps).

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I should say I seriously disagreed with some opinions expressed in Angel recaps

Heh. And, honestly, no worries, I think everyone does. Including me, sometimes.

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Well, I kinda figured being a recapper, you'd likely have a thick skin regarding that. You watch Jericho for jeebus sake.

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Thanks for the Guardian link, Fiona. I think you & I are the only Life on Mars watchers right now.

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The finale reinforced a feeling I've had, and it's one I'm glad to see onscreen. Ronald Moore's brief experience with Star Trek Voyager had me thinking.

Voyager was utterly unbelievable. Why? Because the characters responded to their situation... the same way one might respond if one is having trouble purchasing butter at the corner market. A number of people from the Federation are cast adrift, far from home with no certain return, and their mood is that of people sitting in a cafe, musing over the insufficient proportion of cinnamon atop their lattes. Merde.

Society is, I've always believed, a shared web of illusions that help people feel comfortable in chaos. Civilization can be easily stripped away. You take their certainties, their foundation, their jobs, their feeling of being a part of something... and humans can revert to, well, anything. In a situation like the one we're supposed to accept on Star Trek Voyager — and on Galactica — I expect to see only tattered shreds of whatever civilization they once had, that has been stripped from them. I expect to see a society milling on the edge of mob violence, and sometimes teetering over. I expect to see people clinging to many things that drift past, exchanging one belief for another, anything that will give them comfort for one day. Struggling to assert some sense of order upon a universe all too willing to laugh at the theater of human control. Star Trek Voyager failed. But for me, Battlestar Galactica often succeeds.

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