battlestar galactica had more of the president's personal brand of diabolism, this time with a healthy dose of terror-state behaviour from adama! man, the first thing tyrol should haggle for is an independent security force, & their first orders should be to secret service cally & nicky. i mean, shit, i'd be armed guards &
lets not even really talk about lost. we were, what, four bottles of wine in before it even started? not enough to dull the...boredom? okay, cheech as hugo's father is a fine reveal, though there has been a little too much "celebrity" cameo action lately (speaking of, how great was stan lee in heroes?). the episode was about...what, again? fucking off with a car? some kind of tripe about hope? i, uh, don't really care. how is this show supposed to be, isn't it a mystery/surreal drama? i don't know what to tell you guys, but you've been in a slump. you're going to have to give us something to make us give a fuck about your show. more black smoke! more hatch hieroglypics! four toed people? pirate ships! comeon, do absolutely anything, because it has to be better than nothing.