So last summer in the midst of commuting to the city every day for 8 hours of graduate school and the accompanying reading, writing, and studying I got caught up in Battlestar Galactica. Fortunately, much of my work was done on the rails to and from the city. But even so, Nadia and Ellie (who stayed with us over the summer) would watch hawkishly as I finished my work each night so we could immediately put in the DVD for the next episode...and then just one more...and sometimes even a third. We worked through the first 4 and 1/2 seasons over the summer and have been waiting with great enthusiasm for the series final episodes to start.
The first of the final episodes aired last Friday and was not a dissapointment. A number of surprises. My biggest questions is how they are going to wrap everything up in 9 more episodes.
The real reason I am writing though is to share my pain with Battlestar's humans who were betrayed by the cylon technology they created. I've never had major computer problems but yesterday my computer got some sort of "infection" and now I can't even get back to my desktop. I backed up many of my files a few weeks ago and by chance printed a bunch of my completed Model U.N. registration documents last week. I will lose some work that I hadn't saved elsewhere but from a Battlestar Galactica perspective I guess I'm lucky: no attack on earth, no need to flee to a mythological planet of safety, no questioning the true identity of the people around me. Although, Maren was the last to use the computer before it crashed.
Is my daughter a cylon?
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