There are only about five hours of television in a week that I really care about (not including The Young and the Restless, which I will watch when it's convenient and when I am in the mood [don't judge, this show comforts me somehow; I've been watching it since I was about 12, when David Hasselhoff's wife was kidnapped and sold into white slavery and Katherine Chancellor's boy-toy husband's first wife was trying to convince people that poor Mrs. Chancellor was insane]). But now that Battlestar Galactica is over, there is a big hole in my TV-viewing desires. I can't imagine that I will ever find a prime-time show that I like so much.
Last night's series finale left me satisfied. It was what I had expected, yet it wasn't predictable. It was a good ending without being sappy or too depressing (although the final scene with Roslin — even though we've all probably known it was coming for five years — reduced me to tears.
Of the numerous things I could go on about that I'll miss about this show, here are three more:Lee Adama
Hey, I'm just telling it like it is.
This will also be the first television show that, when it's released on DVD in a box set, I'll purchase. I am looking forward to watching the whole thing again, starting with the miniseries.