I Don’t Just Think About Battlestar Galactica…
I think about it a LOT. Okay, so I’m not quite the 40 year old living with his mom, and going to conventions, but seriously. If I’m honest with myself, I could so easily give into my compulsive nature and be that guy. I work about a block away from a comic/game store that sells sci-fi figurines, and I’ve started collecting a series of the lego style BSG action figures. I plan on getting the whole collection. And, it only gets worse. I’ve been looking up BSG facts on wiki now.
So, I hope I’m not making myself sound like to much of a freak here. Thankfully, I think I’m about 10 years, a few thousand cheeseburgers, and some conventions away from friends and family saying, “Dear god, that guy needs help”. Luckily I think I have more self control, motivation, and hopefully enough pride to keep this new-found addiction to a respectable level.
But anyway. It makes me happy to watch. There’s just something about that show that sucks me in, and sucker punches me, then picks me up, and kicks me in the junk. I know I make that sound bad, but trust me. It’s great. How so? I think there are just so many aspects that feed my greatest fears, and so many fantasies at the same time. There are so many moral, religious, and scientific topics brought to light through the clever writing as well.
And that is all. Maybe in a few months I’ll be done with the obsession (as is usually the case) , but for now, I’ll just say the show is incredible, and I’d highly recommend it.