OMGWTFBBQ???

Through careful deliberation, Tamar and I came up with the identities of the Final Five Cylons.

(Warning: there are spoilers for the most recent episode of Heroes, “Distractions.”)

So, one of my favorite blogs is Alan Sepinwall’s What’s Alan Watching? He’s a TV critic and I’ve found that his take and my take on shows is almost exactly parallel, so Alan joins the rarefied critic pantheon that includes…well, so far there’s just been one: Owen Gleiberman of Entertainment Weekly. Owen likes a movie, I’m likely to like the movie; if Alan likes a show, I’m going to check it out. (Although he likes How I Met Your Mother, which I found unwatchable during its premiere episode, and I recently tuned in for another ep and said, “Wow, still unwatchable.”)

Anyhow, in his current entry about this week’s episode of Heroes, Alan says:

Nathan is Claire’s daddy…I know there had been some ‘shipping for Peter and Claire, and this revelation nips that neatly in the bud….

Hahahahaha. You don’t know much about fandoms, do you, Mr. Sepinwall? Nathan being Claire’s daddy and therefore Peter being Claire’s uncle just launched a thousand fanfics. I love how enthusiastic fans can get, but let’s face facts: some of them are pretty deeply wacked out.

(ETA: You know, I didn’t even need to check this to be sure, but I went on Fanfiction.net and sho’ nuff, Diane shoots, she scores…)

(Crossposted at my LJ journal.)

For the past five or six months, I have been patiently waiting for one thing: the premiere of Battlestar Galactica. I know, I shouldn’t live my life around television, but a)the show rocks, and b)the show rocks especially hard because of what they did at the end of last season. Six months to find out what happened next seemed like forever.

About a month ago I IM’d my friend Nina and said, “Battlestar premiere party?” And seconds later we had it planned out. We set about sending out invitations, and planning who was going to bring what and who would make what. And we waited. And waited.

Until, finally, it was premiere night! During which we had way too much food and many, many people crammed into Nina’s living room. (Wasn’t that neat, how I thought of having the party and Nina ended up having it at her house? She has the better party house is why.) We thought of BSG drinking games: whenever they say ‘frak’! whenever they say ‘gods’! (We should have looked at this page, but oh well.)

And then we watched the premiere.

It was kind of like getting a two-hour punch in the gut.

This show should be required watching for anyone who wants to know what “put your characters up a tree and throw rocks at them” means.

Occupation! Suicide bombers! Abusive relationships! Enforced prostitution! Kapoes! Turncoats! Round-ups! Informers! An enemy that just keeps coming back no matter how many times you kill them! Weak, spineless puppets as leaders!

And I sure hope RDM and Co. have a gigantic redemptive arc planned for Apollo, who is now fat and whiny and annoying and no one would cry if he were killed off. That is a bad place for one of your main characters to be in, okay?

I cannot possibly guess where this show is going, which is one of the best things about it. Yowza.

Vote for your favorite hotties.

(Yes, this is what I spend my time finding.)

I’m definitely not the most crazed Battlestar Galactica fan out there. No no. So far whoever made this site gets those honors. (Via the Battlestar Blog.)

Last night I did have a fairly scary dream involving Cylons (the toaster kind) though.