Line of the night: Hot Dog, above, “Well, this should be different.”
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Things that in no particular order made me laugh, cry, shout “yeah!” like a teenage boy at a sporting event, jump up and down in my living room and long for next Friday:
Can I get a HELL YEAH to Galactica descending toward the planet and the birds screaming out through the fire to take out the prison gates? Can I get another HELL YEAH to Pegasus showing up? Iknew Pegasus was gonna show up and I still thought, oh God, they’re pulling back, what if this really is it? Because I am gullible and susceptible to giant space battles. Still, never loved Lee so much. Oh, Tigh and Ellen. Oh, Maya. Oh, Laura sitting down in the president’s chair. Mary McDonnell owns the part of my soul I haven’t yet ceded to the newly de-pornstache’d Adama. Everything’s as it should be, except totally not, because next week they start killing the collaborators. I can’t honestly say how much of that I’m gonna be pissed about. Remember, it’s not just Iraq. It’s France and Germany and Holland, too. You never know what you would do, never.
Three’s speech to Baltar about passing blood feuds down through the generations was the right thing to say on the show, delivered to the wrong character. Tigh and Anders are the ones who need to hear that shit, they’re the insane revenge junkies, Baltar’s just into, as Gaeta said hilariously, “booze and pills and hot and cold running interns.” I can’t wait till he shows up again. I hope Roslin airlocks him.
Now on to Kara and her maternal issues. Flory was saying last week that she didn’t buy the sudden OMG KASEY love on Kara’s part, and I thought about it. Now this might be my knee-jerk defense of all things Starbuck because she’s Teh Hottness, but bear with me:
This is a woman who has no experience of love that is not about power, or adrenaline, or punishment, or loss. No love that is untainted by all the horrible thing she had to do for it. She loved Zak, and faked his flight test and he died. She loved her mother, who beat and tortured her. She loved Lee, and fracked it up. She loved Adama, and nearly destroyed that, too. She loved Anders but to get to him she has to go back through the Cylon hospital and the resistance and to get to him she has to betray Adama and Roslin both. Not a lot of unadulterated happiness or purity of feeling, there.
And then suddenly there’s this little girl. A chance to get things right, a love she could accept because it came from someone (something) she hardly knew. Innocent. Holding on to her finger. It’s impossible she wouldn’t fall for it, impossible she wouldn’t see, as people always have in wartime, the need to listen to something small cry out for the future.
That it’s a trick, and a not terribly original one at that, was the worst part of it. Nothing as awful as a Cylon clone, nothing as horrifying as her own DNA bred agaisnt her will with Leoben, just … another woman’s child. A mix-up. The terrible things that can happen to everybody, no batteries or assembly required.