the Dark Side

Clark is slowly converting me to SciFi genre shows and movies, the best of which I appreciate for their incisive and trenchant political commentary. I am a big fan of movies based on Philip K. Dick novels—Blade Runner, Minority Report, Impostor, even Paycheck—and I’m really looking forward to seeing A Scanner Darkly when it finally arrives in Hilly Hamlet. I’m still skeptical of BBC’s new Doctor Who series, but I find myself rooting for the Doctor and Rose in spite of myself.

Battlestar Galactica (the new series) is not my favorite TV show, but I find myself enjoying it more and more. Last night, we did a marathon viewing of the first season’s last five episodes. Of course, since we began watching the series mid-way through the second season, the cliffhanger season finale was not quite so dramatic, as we already know who survives and who dies. I’m not a superfan of the series, though apparently there are those who love the show enough to apply for a Battlestar Galactica MasterCard. WTF? Am I the only who thinks that's taking things a litte far?

Every time we do a marathon of Battlestar Galactica episodes, it gives me weird dreams that don’t seem to be at all related to the content of the series itself. Really weird dreams in which I am a teenager, sort of, and there are all kinds of boyfriends (who I’ve never seen/known) and ex-boyfriends (who I do know). Nothing scandalous happens, but there’s lot of running here and there, meeting up, and hanging out. I wake in the morning feeling totally exhausted and oddly old.