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At long last we find the impulse for our Galactica 1980 marathon

We realized people have Oscars-watching parties because it’s the only way to make the damned things entertaining. Poor Hugh Jackman. He tried so hard, but he was doomed by the dreadful material he had to work with. We were embarrassed for him during that opening number.

Husband and I decided it was time, time to begin the long-promised Galactica 1980 marathon.

We’d already watched 4 episodes, but that was a long time ago. Figuring we’d repressed most of what we’d seen, we broke out the DVDs and began at the beginning. We watched the first 3 episodes and then tuned back in to the Oscars to catch the last hour of awards. Compared to Galactica 1980…the awards were still dull.

Things went off the rails quickly the last time I vowed to do this whole Galactica 1980 marathon thing – you can bring yourself up to date here.

This time, with God(s of Cobol) as my witness, I will watch the whole series. And blog about it. This week. I guarantee it, or we’ll give you a full refund.

Oh – here’s some obligatory Oscars content: The best Oscars-related opinion writing was in yesterday’s Washington Post. Robin Givhan made a sensible case for dumping the ridiculous custom of letting stars hold the fashion industry hostage for alleged “good publicity.” (“Designers in the Red: The System’s Wearing Thin”)

Why do I do this?

I watch the most idiotically silly and completely not-scary things while Husband is working late. Tonight it was a rerun of Supernatural, wherein Bloody Mary appears on reflected surfaces and slaughter ensues. The ghost looked rather like me (in that it had a mass of dark hair) – I knew I was invariably going to end up startling myself at some point this evening. In a mirror. I figured I would startle myself in one of the many old mirrors we have hanging around. Because the ghost appeared in mirrors and we have a bunch of them. Every time I passed a mirror tonight I laughed because I was waiting for the surprise that never came. Because of course I’m smarter than that and I knew nothing was really going to appear in the mirror behind me and eat my eyeballs.

What I didn’t expect was that for some peculiar reason, when standing on the stairs, one casts a reflection on two different windowpanes in our bay window. That means when I shut off the lights, it appeared that there was someone else standing on the opposite side of the room.

This is difficult to explain. I considered trying to take a picture to illustrate how creepy this is, but let’s just think about that. Isn’t that the kind of thing people do in horror movies, right before something sucks them down the drain or eats their eyeballs or something? Yes, I believe it is. So no pictures.

I expect my heart-rate will return to normal and I will be able to stop screaming some time around late March.

Speaking of horror movies – I guess we’re going to have to get some of the meatblogging team to go see Pig People and report back. (That link is to a note about the movie at bloody-disgusting.com – the official website isn’t loading tonight. Hmmmm)

Dexter

In the first few episodes of Dexter, I found Dexter’s sister Debra a little annoying. She grew on me, though. Plus, she gets some of the best dialogue, not in quality necessarily – although she gets great dialogue Dexter’s lines are probably the best. Her dialogue is so great because it’s so consistently pitch-perfect for her character.

Her reaction to finding out another character is pregnant in a recent episode (“The Lion Sleeps Tonight”) had me in tears of laughter. With delight, she squealed, “A baby? A motherfucking rolly-poly, chubby-cheeked, shit machine? Are you kidding me?” It’s all in the delivery, you really need to see it to appreciate it. Unfortunately, it runs through my head every time I see a baby now….

saturday night live

John McCain got through the opening of SNL without falling on his face, but it wasn’t especially funny, even with Tina Fey doing the heavy lifting. “Alec Baldwin visits the View” was hysterical, though:

And if you watch Countdown, Ben Affleck’s Keith Olbermann was fantastic:

We went to bed right after the Olbermann sketch and I haven’t skimmed through the rest of the episode yet because Husband has been engrossed inn the Sunday morning talkers all morning.