You know, I find that there's a certain danger in being an academic: you have to write in big fancy words to prove yourself to your teachers. After that, you start having to write in big fancy words all the time just 'cause you think it sounds smarter and, therefore, more worthy of notice. Someone in LJ land wants to write a letter to a Battlestar Galactica writer, and I think it's so mired in academic gobblety gook as to be pointless. I get what she's saying (strong woman in general = good, but we'd love some lesbians, too), but I think the meaning is lost. Then again, I don't know the writer of this letter and don't feel as if it's my place to tell her to write in plain English. Just 'cause someone writes for a television show doesn't mean she speaks the same language you do. One of the best things I actually learned in law school was that you're not supposed to write like a lawyer to people you actually want to listen to you (clients) that aren't in the legal field. I only use legal speak when I want to feel important or impress people (or annoy) with my command of the legal language.

Anyway. I have my thoughts about why Battlestar is never going to go gay, but hey. It's one thing to give us the grey area of abortion (our hero is anti-abortion! but we're liberal sci-fi fans!) but it's a completely other bowl of advertising cherries to have two people of the same sex making out. Especially men. Besides, inside the storyline itself, the idea of reproduction is so central to the show that I don't imagine it would come out well for our side. Our hero would have to be as against same sex sex as she is against abortion (politcally, of course) unless people were also trying to reproduce. "Go ahead and frak Dualla, just make sure you frak Apollo, too." Even so, we get scenes of non-reproductive heterosexual pairings. I'm almost afraid to ask why, because I don't want to hear the usual "it's not an issue in the universe of Battlestar."

(Joss Whedon's the only one who's ever written a sci-fi universe that's close to a real "non-issue," even though the characters in Firefly didn't exactly handle it as such. And all the main/accepted relationships are heterosexual. That's why it's close. Closest yet, besides maybe Jack from Doctor Who. Ah, Russel T. Davies. I heart you.)

So there are reasons, both external (advertisers, etc.) and internal (the path of the story) that I don't think we're going to see The Gay anytime soon. Although since Cylons can reproduce asexually, I guess it doesn't matter which partner they choose (if they choose partners which, so far, only two of them have). And there we go with the Lucy Lawless factor again. Rrrowr.

Ahem. That's what fanfic's for, I guess. For now.

I can't believe I have to wait until October for a new Battlestar. That finale rocked.

Best. Show. Ever.

Yeah, so I survived finals. Went and had sushi in a tatami room to celebrate, with my friends. Sully said that I was able to bring them all together, 'cause they like me and all. That's cool. I've never really felt that way before.

Yesterday I spent time with Colleen, which was good.

Today I watched Battlestar Galactica. I can't say enough how much I love that show. I mean, once they started poking around Starbuck, I remembered the title and put it together, got all "I read this in Dune" incredulous, but was still totally blown away by the imagery and sounds and all that. So wow. Love it so much. (I refuse, at this point, to say more than TNG, because... 20 episodes in. But the adoration. It's up there.) Plus I heart Boomer. All Boomers. So, y'know, happy when she's around. Even though Rosilin is bothering me a bit with her religious stuff. I shall possibly write about it more later, behind a cut.

Then I went to the gym with Kate. And then to Brookline. It was quite rainy. I bought a pair of jeans at the Gap (these are my first Gap jeans, since they appear to run smaller than Old Navy, and I've never been able to fit). Then we saw Broken Flowers, which wasn't as good as it should've been, and then we got absolutely poured on as we ran to Zaftig's. Seriously, it's like a block. We were totally soaked even after strategically jumping from awning to awning.

Then dinner. Then to Costello's to chil with Deb for a bit, because it may be my last chance before San Francisco, which sounds silly since she'll be there eventually. But I'm silly.

And then home to play more X-Men Legends, which I really like, but which is starting to get mildly repetivive. I'm obviously barely into the story, and yet I've spent hours and hours hitting random combinations of buttons to kill bad guys. It would be fine if they would throw different bad guys at me, instead of just trying to overwhelm me. But, you know. I eagerly await Phoenix.

And here I am. That's me in the past couple of days.

Something I want to waste time writing about, when I once again have time to waste: Kara Thrace as the thematic decendant of Tasha Yar.

Mmm, geek.