It’s been awhile

Spring is always a busy time for me and to add to that my wife and I have been house shopping because with the addition to our family we have been feeling a little cramped at times and are looking for some more elbow room. House shopping and more importantly house selling is time consuming and tiring so I haven’t had much to say.

Until tonight when I read Chris Marchand’s post about the finale of Battlestar Galactica and decided to comment. Since I have been so negligent on my blog I will post my comment to him on here. If you are linking to this from his site and have already read my comment stop reading this now.

If you haven’t been there go there because he writes some good stuff.

If you haven’t watched Battlestar Galactica yet go to your nearest rental place or torrent tracker and get the  four seasons; watch them then come back here and read the following ,

“I was just wondering if you’ve watched the finale before I checked your feed and lo and behold you have. I wasn’t going to post a comment at first but I think a happenstance like that is no happenstance and is orchestrated by the Gods. I needed to write something. Plus I sensed a need for feedback in your post and I couldn’t leave you hanging, especially since I begged my wife to watch the finale with me because I felt an event such as it was deserved some kind of discussion.

It’s been awhile since I watched it so it’s faded a little, but I remember thinking how clever the writers were by ending it with Baltar’s and Six’s comment on commercialism and vanity and the MSNBC report about robots in the present.

I don’t read a lot of Sci-fi but when I do I am always amazed and terrified about how prophetic sci-fi writers can be. Orwell’s endless war, Gibson’s matrix, and Ray Bradbury’s army of ‘Mildreds’ virtually lobotomized from watching wall-sized televisions and drowning their thoughts in oceans of music and talk from sea-shell radios. I actually think of Fahrenheit 451 the most when I stop in the middle of a lesson to ask someone to lose the iPod.
Battlestar warns us about where we can end up, but it carries a greater message about humankind’s ability to survive despite its own vulnerability. This is best symbolized by the whiteboard in President What’s-her-name’s office. One of my favourite moments in the series was when she was able to add one to the survivor count because of the baby that was to the injured and limping fleet.