There are at this moment tears on my face and snot coming out of my nose. I'm not sick. I'm fucking overwhelmed. That was without a doubt the absolute best episode of television that I have ever seen in my life. I thought that 15 minutes before the end. Before the important stuff happened.
And then the last 15 minutes happened.
Of all the things that have been good and bad about living on my own here in Melbourne this was the worst. I want nothing more than to scream "HOLY FUCK" at the top of my lungs in orgasmic glee (and I've done it a few times since I finished the episode) and then I want someone to be here right in the room so I can talk to them about this for many many hours.
Look, if you haven't seen the new Battlestar Galactica don't mess around with BitTorrent, too slow. Get DVDs if you can but you need this shit RIGHT NOW. Just go to iTunes Music Store and buy it all and start watching. Don't let up until you know what the title of this post means. And then come talk to me. We need to talk for a long time.
I'm posting this raw response because I KNOW that as soon as I stick my head up and start listening to podcasters and reading blogs and talking to friends I'm going to hit the folks who thought this was lame. And they're going to ruin my high. And if I listen long enough I'll start to believe them. Because the thing is, I don't even know why this episode kicked my ass all over the place. Right now I just want to document the fact that at this moment in time this was the most emotionally moving television experience of my life.
I want to give Colonel Tigh so many hugs.
In unrelated news, I was quite amused the other night when in a fit of BSG withdrawal I watched the pilot to the classic series and the guy who played Starbuck is the guy who now plays Zarek! I know all the True Fans already knew this but I'm new, damnit. Cut me some slack.
I have some HUGE FUCKING NEWS that I can't wait to share with everyone. I'll tell you about it soon, I promise!