I Am So Into Battlestar Galactica
My “Freaking Nerd” level just went up about a zillion points. I’m only three episodes into the first season, but I’m already sold (actually, I was sold on it about a year ago but I’ve been avoiding it, just like I avoided Stargate SG-1 and Heroes). I really enjoy the main premise of the show, an almost-decommissioned ancient battleship suddenly having to protect/escort a convoy of humans fleeing from robot oppression, and constantly being chased. It kind of reminds me of Homeworld, which is to this date one of my favoritest games of all time.
<-- Homeworld, if you are not aware, is totally rad. Imagine Warcraft, but with full-3D tactical maneuvering and frigates instead of orcs. Cool, right? Now imagine it’s actually 100x cooler than that sounds. Now you have an idea of how kickass Homeworld is. The game uses classical music to set the mood, which tends to make large confrontations even more intense. While the story isn’t anything special, it does throw occasional memorable curveballs; I think my favorite section is getting trapped in a resource-rich nebula by a cult-ish collection of ships insisting that you must be destroyed for desecrating holy ground. You decide to book it, but they block your ability to warp out and send an insane amount of tiny fighters at you, roughly 10 times more than you have at that point, and your best hope is to withstand the assault and destroy the ship disabling the warp drive so you can get the hell out of the nebula. When you finally accomplish this, you warp out, only to find that you’ve been pulled out of warp before exiting the nebula by three more of these ships, which naturally also means three times the number of fighters, offset by errie, soothing string arrangements. To quote Teen Girl Squad, it’s soooo good.
Anyway, with a good fifty episodes of Battlestar Galactica to watch and assurances that it just keeps getting better and better, I think I’m in for a pretty nerdy summer.
Also, as a side note: You may recall my review of The Arctic Monkeys’ album Favourite Worst Nightmare last November, where I gave it an enthusiastic “Meh.” Recently, it has been at the top of my listening list and I’m loving almost every track. I went back to read the review I wrote, and now all I can say is I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about. The album is fantastic, as good as Whatever I Say… and in some respects better. It’s infected my brain and it even makes me want to start learning the guitar again, especially now that I’m Guitar Hero-less. It would also serve as a decent attempt to counter the copious amounts of geek that I will be injecting into my brainpan-humidor.