I am extremely irritated with BSG. Extremely so.
Between the acquisition of my DVR, its ease of programming and the joy of buzzing right past commercials, the various schedule conflicts with other programs I watch (not to mention my various bowling leagues) the concept of appointment programming in Casa Cowboy Pete’s has virtually disappeared. There are no programs that can’t wait for some convenient, commerical-free time.
Except for BSG.
We can’t wait. Short of being out of town and not having access to Sci-Fi Channel, we have to be there at 10 PM Friday to watch the dámņëd thing, and suffer through the commercials. We could be watching “Psych” or our recording of “Friday Night Lights” from an hour earlier or going out for the evening, but no. We’re right there at 10, watching BSG, suffering through the commercials, not wanting the slightest delay. In doing so, we’re waiting and watching for the slightest weakness in the series so that we have an excuse to relegate the show to the same status as, well, pretty much everything else on the air.
Thus far they’ve given us no excuse, and last week’s episode doesn’t make it any easier.
Ðámņ them. Ðámņ them to hëll.
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