So, I’m late to the party. Big deal. At least I made it. This past holiday weekend marks my finishing the Battlestar that is Galactica. Ok, ok, Through the magic of Netflix, I have watched all of the remake of Battlestar Galactica, and I’m not done yet. But before I go one to watch, the original series, and then the other stuff, I would like to reflect on what I have just finished. No spoilers here, so if you haven’t seen it, don’t worry, I’m not giving anything away.

The series by itself, is a wonderful thing, that I am thankful to have watched beginning to end. Television by it’s very nature is not very ordered, most shows you can watch out of turn, but for those of you who have yet to watch this, I urge you to do it in turn. The greater picture, the master stroke, if you will, is best seen like a play, one act at a time. In sequential order.

Without a spoiler, I can’t talk about how it ended or my reaction to the end. But I can tell you that the writers, do an excellent job of not telling too much too soon. It amazed me as a fan and as a viewer that the writers of the show would have you learn as much about the characters in the first few episodes as they would have you learn in the last few. That’s talent, and good writing.

The end leaves you thinking about the beginning and cycles. And we are creating the beginning of Cylons. Our robotics are advancing, but in our lifetime, I don’t get the feeling we’ll be annihilated by our own creations, at least not by robots or cybernetic beings. Sentient beings are not within our each for the time being and for that I’m thankful. For frak’s sake, let’s just do our own jobs instead of creating something to do it for us.