LORDS OF KOBOL HEAR MY PRAYER
AIIEEEEEE!
*whimpers*
Battlestar Galactica. Kobol's Last Gleaming, Part Two.
I just...
You know that feeling you used to get when watching a Buffyverse show, and you'd grin your face off and think, "I LOVE MY SHOW!"
I have it again. Since (and shortly before) the very end of the Buffyverse, I've watched a bunch of shows. Alias, Firefly, The OC, Wonderfalls, Queer as Folk, Freaks and Geeks, Farscape, Dead Like Me and Lost. Some of them are dead and gone now, so I never had that certain faith that I was going to love the show for a long, long time. Wonderfalls and DLM were taken from me too quickly. The shine has worn off Alias, quicker than I ever imagined. QaF remains shiny porny fun, but not much more. The OC spirals into a puddle of evil sucking goo. Lost suffers from, well, JJ Abrams.
Now, I've got my comedies: Arrested Development and Scrubs, and while I love them there's really not much I can do besides giggle myself to death and icon my favorite moments.
House, M.D. I've come to realize is a show I'll love and anticipate every week, but never really take hold of. There's none of the mindblowing outside-the-box overarcing mythology or mystery that I crave. And I don't really mind that. I still adore the show.
Then...
Since September when I first watched the pilot, Veronica Mars has burned its way into my brain; working steadily up from superficial aesthetic love to full blown obsession.
So now, for the first time -- officially -- since May 2004, I can say:
Veronica Mars is my. show.
And Battlestar Galactica is my. show.
It's nice to have this feeling again.
P.S. Oh, and CLIFFHANGER! OMGWTFCYLONPOLARBEAR!?!?
ETA: I bet none of you caught this! Kiffany was in Colonial Day! She seconded Tom Zarek!
I win at life. Or at least, at placing actors.
Er, Kiffany being Der Waffle Haus' head waitress on Dead Like Me.
*whimpers*
Battlestar Galactica. Kobol's Last Gleaming, Part Two.
I just...
You know that feeling you used to get when watching a Buffyverse show, and you'd grin your face off and think, "I LOVE MY SHOW!"
I have it again. Since (and shortly before) the very end of the Buffyverse, I've watched a bunch of shows. Alias, Firefly, The OC, Wonderfalls, Queer as Folk, Freaks and Geeks, Farscape, Dead Like Me and Lost. Some of them are dead and gone now, so I never had that certain faith that I was going to love the show for a long, long time. Wonderfalls and DLM were taken from me too quickly. The shine has worn off Alias, quicker than I ever imagined. QaF remains shiny porny fun, but not much more. The OC spirals into a puddle of evil sucking goo. Lost suffers from, well, JJ Abrams.
Now, I've got my comedies: Arrested Development and Scrubs, and while I love them there's really not much I can do besides giggle myself to death and icon my favorite moments.
House, M.D. I've come to realize is a show I'll love and anticipate every week, but never really take hold of. There's none of the mindblowing outside-the-box overarcing mythology or mystery that I crave. And I don't really mind that. I still adore the show.
Then...
Since September when I first watched the pilot, Veronica Mars has burned its way into my brain; working steadily up from superficial aesthetic love to full blown obsession.
So now, for the first time -- officially -- since May 2004, I can say:
Veronica Mars is my. show.
And Battlestar Galactica is my. show.
It's nice to have this feeling again.
P.S. Oh, and CLIFFHANGER! OMGWTFCYLONPOLARBEAR!?!?
ETA: I bet none of you caught this! Kiffany was in Colonial Day! She seconded Tom Zarek!
I win at life. Or at least, at placing actors.
Er, Kiffany being Der Waffle Haus' head waitress on Dead Like Me.