The final jump

Two weeks is usually a good mourning period. I don't know where society took it from, but the official leave of absence grated to someone that has lost a loved one is precisely two weeks, and it sounds just about right.

It has been two weeks since I saw the final episode of the TV series I've followed the closest lately (it aired some two weeks before that, but I only saw it later). The mouring period passed, I now bring myself to speak of it.

I won't spend too much time explaining myself or what kept me hooked. I wont tell you about "her", a ship that is like a sub in many respects, much like an aircraft carrier in many others. Nor will I tell you about them: Adama and Roslin, with great performances by Olmos and McDonnell; Appolo, Starbuck and Baltar, that were at the very essence of the re-imaging that turned to original concept on its head and gave a fresh, intense new look and feel to it. I will not lose a moments time going into the plot twists, the implications and the ontological statement it makes thoughout and, especially, at the end of it all.

It did appeal to the nerdiest in me and, deep down, I realise it's attempt at phylosophy is far from being completely convincing. But in so far as it really tried, as it really gave a good wack at it, Battlestar Galactica sure kept me glued to the computer screen.

I will indeed not spend too much time on it, but I will tell you this:
"The Cylons Were Created by Man.
They Rebelled.
They Evolved.
They Look and Feel Human.
Some are programmed to think they are Human.
There are many copies.
And they have a Plan."
However,
"Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny, the last Battlestar, Galactica, leads a ragtag, fugitive fleet, on a lonely quest, for a shining planet known as Earth."