Last night’s episode of Battlestar Galactica was a success – if you think that depressing me is a success. I appreciate that Ronald D. Moore likes to fuck with our minds, but I really didn’t need that last shot of you know who after he/she was you know what by you know who. I’ve also gotta say that, although there was a clear attempt to make the conclusion of last night’s episode a sentimental and significant moment in the series, I still feel like I was cheapened somehow: too many blurry and warpy images that didn’t very much pay off in the end. In other words, I don’t think justice was really done to the situation, and I know that I may be alone in thinking that.

I love Chief Tyrol!

How can Galactica be effective with Helo, Gaeta, Athena, and Anders off the ship?

Laura Roslin is a complete badass! But, why? It’s like she’s being a beeyotch simply because.

I hate Tory.

I hate the Cavels. And – ew – what the heck is up with Boomer? But, hey…I hear Dean Stockwell was quite the hottie back in the day.

I’m excited about next week’s episode…it’s about time Tigh went insane and Caprica Six is just the lady to drive him to madness.

Gods help me, but I actually missed Baltar last night.

One last thing…RIP [name of our fallen friend]! I’m saddened by your demise. I guess you’re not the final Cylon!