but I'm still wtf over him going off forever to die alone and never see his son again.

I felt rather bad for Lee. His dad takes off then Kara takes off.

I said to Beau after watching the finale: "you know, I probably could live in the 1800s if pressed, I'm not sure I could live before the fucking Bronze Age." Who knew this was going to end up as "Battlestar Galactica: Clan of the Cave Bear."

I'm sorry, I need at least some technology.

The other thing that kept running through my mind is the Prime Directive. I kept thinking: can't the 38,000 survivors all camp out in a coastal region of North America? They could have their technology, build a society, keep knowledge of society alive and let those in Africa do their own thing? You could rebuild a whole world full of people with 38,000 people.

I'm still thinking that these 'humans' pretty much all die out because of their stupid plan, except for Hera who gets adopted by the locals and so becomes Mitochondrial Eve. Because it's that stupid a plan.

At least a step-by-step process for giving up high technology in favor of Stone Age techniques needs a couple generations to do it without immediate widespread famine and death. Ideally, you'd like a native Inuit or !Kung or Aborigine to be there and give you lots of tutelage, because it's damn complicated and terribly dependent on the local environment. Hunting-gathering involves not only knowledge of hundreds of plants and behavior of specific animal species, but also cooking and preservation techniques, walking dozens of miles in a single day, and so on.

They Are So Doomed. ::tears at hair::

I know! They are doomed and they seem so unaware of their doom - that's why the ending is unsatisfactory to me.

EJO in the WSJ.

Oh, even when Baltar talks about knowing about cultivation - I thought: cultivating what? Did they bring seeds with them?

Just watched the final BSG. I get the separating ( did the chief go to the Isle of Man? ), but not so sure it was the wisest idea. And although I have vague fantasies of living in a situation where my main goal is survival -- I want my books for info -- and my internet -- and a whole bunch of the tolls I have gathered. And In no way do I think I can grow enough food for two... We'd be really skinny if we relied on my very very pale green thumb.

Even the relatively more primitive resident of Jamestown wouldn't have survived the winter without the help of the natives. (disclaimer: everything I remember about this I learned from Disney and Colin Farrel). The higher the technologically advanced the civilization, the more distant they are from true survival and self-sufficiency.

It *can* be done, if you come from a culture of hand-making tools and living off the earth and all that jazz.

And Baltar? Cultivating soil in the saddle between two peaks? Are you frakking mad? There's a really good reason why the farm belt in the states is situated in flat flat flat land. There's probably 1.5 inches of topsoil on top of a mountain, let alone in between the peaks on a ridge. Unless I'm freaking out over Baltar meaning to say "valley". In which case: floods!

Okay, he could grow rice or cranberries...

Well, they could try cultivation, of course, but really? Nomadic hunter-gathering is in their future for some time.

Until they start burning the trees to increase the value of their currency, of course.

Cultivating soil in the saddle between two peaks? Are you frakking mad?

No, just obsessed with boobs.

No, just obsessed with boobs.

hee! One-track mind, indeed.

Jacob's recaplet is up, and expresses most of my disappointments with the finale, even if he is rather generous in his conclusion (which is for the series as a whole, so I can't quite quibble).