« party of allenfoleybush and other morons | Main | rips tamara »
October 6, 2006
six hours and counting (pst)
6 - We decided not to host an above-ground frak party because we didn't want to risk anyone we didn't know coming over and asking "So, is he a Cylon, too?" ten times during the show, which actually happened last year. It was super ugly.
5 - As of now the official tally stands at: me, the lady, Mike, Minsuh, Cameron, Cameron's SO, Heemin, and Monica. 'Sley, Caleb, Dave and E.Y. might make appearances as well. (PF is apparently in Baja.)
4 - Food wise we are looking at: goat meat quesadillas (sp?), guac, wings, a couple of pies, chip/dip, short ribs, various Japanese crackers, pork chops in mole and whatever else walks in through the door. It goes without saying that there will be drinking, and after the show DDR, Guitar Hero and perhaps some non-game-centered dancing.
3 - I really and truly can't convey how excited I am that the season restarts tonight. It's not just all the like-minded friends coming together or the considerable pleasure I take in hosting, it's that I feel a bit like a child waiting for Christmas. The funny thing is that I know for a fact there is no Santa Claus and yet here I am still excited at the prospect of his arrival, convinced of it even. Is this what faith feels like?
2 - I had groused a bit last year that BSG had betrayed my faith just a bit with the awful stretch of episodes before Download (Scar, Black Market and one other crap one I'm not recalling, the one where poor Billy got blowed away), but betrayal being just a call by the gods to forgiveness and redemption, the dudes who make the show somehow found a way to restore my faith by pulling it out of its death spiral. Not only that, but dudes also found a way to quite literally stun me by smashing the very premise of the series with a kind of narrative hammer. The decision to locate at least half the action on an occupied planet (where the drama can only concern the ethics and logistics of guerilla resistance and terror) is not completely out of left field, dovetailing as it does (maybe too neatly?) with the show's pretenses to contemporary relevance, but the structural soundness of the New Caprica pivot doesn't account for the madly excessive chutzpah with which that pivot was executed. This is a great show, and yet there was little in the previous two years that could have prepared us for the slap in the face that was the finale's flash forward not just of a year but through a kind of conceptual membrane that had previously marked the unstated boundary of what was possible and impossible in the BSG universe. There is nothing in the resumes of anyone associated with BSG - any writer, producer, director or actor - that might suggest they would be able to collectively or individually come up with a such a maneuver, and that means that there is really nothing to suggest they will be able to repeat the feat this coming year. But here I am cooking and cleaning. Faith has often been presented to me as a surrendering, "god's will"-style opposite to the hubris that makes men think they can make magic on their own, but just the same I think it takes a kind of crazy greed to wake up this morning and think tonight will be as good or (more avarice!) better than last season.
1 - Someone's at the door. I think it's the goat.
Posted by ebogjonson in battlestar galactica, on October 6, 2006 2:00 PM
Comments
wow. that's a delightful post. haven't been watching, though you tempt me to find a way. (didn't bring a tv out to chi-town -- not that i can tell the difference with googleyoutube in front of me 12 hrs a day.)
Posted by: w&w at October 6, 2006 8:35 PM
last night was the first time i watched - ian of course is addicted - and now i'm hooked, he was kind enough to patiently explain who was a cylon on the commercial break
Posted by: zee at October 7, 2006 5:29 PM
It took me two months of all my spare time to catch up on all the past episdoes (including the mini-series) for this momentous occasion. All I can say is that the frak party was all I could hope for -- and some! But what is up with Apollo's bon-bon eating fat suit? Ugh. Six-pack back, please!
Posted by: mandydale at October 9, 2006 9:34 AM
lol on the fat suit. Also, where do you get bon-bons from at the end of the world? was there a bon-bon ship in the fleet?
Posted by: ebog at October 11, 2006 12:36 AM
subscribe to my feed