From the misty distance of zero years, it’s time for us to revisit, once more, the Iraq war era.
Battlestar Galactica: your ending disappointed me. I mean, you were no Lost. But you were pretty much like Lost.
Still, your attempts to treat science fiction like the provocative genre it should be—your realization that stories about the future (or the past) are always about now, and that now is pretty interesting—and your respectable effort to spread the beefcake around (but, come on) have led me to rewatch you like you’re Star Trek, or something.