Apparently the new Battlestar Galactic is only 4 hours long.
Boxed Set, Vol. 1: Smallville, Due South, Farscape
A topic for the discussion of Farscape, Smallville, and Due South. Beware possible invasions of Stargate, Highlander, or pretty much anything else that captures our fancy. Expect Adult Content and discussion of the Big Gay Sex.
Thats less than a miniseries, more like a minseri.
When is the next half of Stargate starting?
January 9th, I believe.
I saw a bit about Battlestar Galactica, and all I have to say is -- no capes??
(I have no idea what the plot, themes, mood or characters of the original were like, only that they wore capes and were led by Pa Cartwright and Face from the A-Team. My childhood brain, I think, also confabulated Daleks and Cylons into one overarching bucket-headed evil alien race.)
Okay, all else I have to say is, Ron Moore -- no socks? People come to interview you, set up a camera and do makeup and everything, and you don't bother to put on socks?
Peter Jackson is often also sockless. Maybe he's setting people free.
No, but at least when Peter Jackson wears no socks, he also wears no shoes. Ron Moore was wearing shoes, and had his ankle up on one knee. Moore looked sort of like he was trying for the Don Johnson look, except he was working from a lumberjack's wardrobe.
fwiw, I almost never wear socks
I'm wearing socks right now, AIFG
It's worse than no socks on BG---Starbuck is now a woman. And her name isn't really Starbuck, that's her call name.
Although I can't really gripe because I'm being all fangirlly and watching BG because Callum Keith Rennie is in it. He's role can't be that big considering how far down the list he is in the credits and there are only four hours.
Ah, the lovely Katya. That was, in fact, the very story. Just as well I couldn't find it in time for me to read it before I left, because it was better to catch the plane. And now... for the relaxation. Wish I had beer and loud music and porn -- I feel the need to have an entirely I-don't-live-with-my-relatives bash.
Oh, except actually I'm not a frat boy. Keep forgetting. Right; wine, folk music, and erotica it is, then. And my cat, who missed me.