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| Previously, on Battlestar Galactica. |
We first started watching Battlestar Galactica about five years ago. That was back in the days when the kids would go to bed and we'd sit down to watch something on the telly. There were nights where we'd get through 4 or 5 episodes back-to-back.
But we weren't obsessed, really, we weren't.
Then they re-ran the pilot episodes on tv a few months ago, so we recorded them, edited out the adverts, and whacked them onto dvd, as you do. We decided the kids would want to watch it this time round, so we rattled through the pilot in a couple of nights, then got straight onto season 1. We were hooked.
Hooked, but not obsessed, honest.
Avid Battlestar Galactica fans out there will know that the end-of-season 1 cliff-hanger draws you straight into the next season. Then you have to watch the next 4 episodes straight off before you take a breath. Season 2 does the same thing. If you've got the dvds in the cupboard there is no point in hanging about - eject, bung the next one in, play all, eject, bung the next one in, play all.
That's not obsessive, is it?
We'd finished season 2 by the February half-term, then had a few days off, then blatted through 22 episodes of season 3 in about a week. We finished on Sunday evening. Five minutes later I was out driving round St Helier trying to buy the box set of season 4. Everywhere was shut. I came back home with nothing and went on t'internet and downloaded some season 3 music.
That doesn't make me obsessed, does it?
So we've got 4 episodes to go and it's all over. There will be no more BSG. No more getting a fire going, turning the lights out, passing round a bowl of sweets. No more nightly renditions of the special Foster Family version of the Gayatri Mantra title lyrics. What will we do with ourselves? Probably have to start catching up with Caprica I suppose.
Like I said, we're not obsessed.
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