(Ooh, check out how copying from Microsoft Word into Blogger screws up the formatting and makes my entry look like a fucking poem. Yet another reason to be happy that I have a Mac...)

However many weeks we are into the season, and I’m finding
myself less and less enthused about the show being hailed as the best show on
TV: Battlestar Galactica. 
Everything that I loved about it is still there: it’s fantastically
written, acted, produced, and all that. 
Particularly compared to the original series (which is, after all,
complete shit), it’s great to see a genre series that takes itself as seriously
and has as much to say as, say, HBO’s The Wire.  And while I made the comment in an earlier entry that it
shouldn’t be written off  just
because it’s sci fi, I’m finding myself drifting away because it’s
unrelentingly grim.
 
Don’t get me wrong. 
I’m not saying that they should try to find the lighter side of genocide
and terrorism and closed-minded fundamentalism and war.  I’m just saying that watching it, week
after week, with no glimmer of hope or happiness, is starting to wear me
down.  Maybe I just need to be sure
I’m awake enough at the end of it to watch my recording of Men in Trees
immediately afterward, just to cheer me back up.