inessential by Brent Simmons


I’m so looking forward to Battlestar Galactica.

I was about 10 years old when the original series premiered. I had already seen Star Wars of course and I was a big Star Trek fan (there was only the original series in those days; I’m not sure if even the first movie had come out yet).

I loved Battlestar Galactica. Space! Space battles! Lasers! Really fast and noisy space fighters equipped with lasers!

I was sad when it was cancelled.

(Another space show I loved was a sitcom: Quark, starring Richard Benjamin and John Candy. Nobody remembers it these days.)

I’ve read a bit about how purists are upset that the new version of BG changes a bunch of stuff. Me, I’m cool with it. It’s just TV.

It seems a bit more grown-up-ified. More babes and more philosophy.

But I find myself looking forward to it much the same way I did when I was 10 years old. Space! Space battles! Lasers!

I’m easy to please.

One thing has stuck around with me since the original series: sometimes when I get mad, instead of cursing I say felgercarb. Felgercarb was a made-up curse word from the future.

This makes me a hopeless geek, I know.

(My guess is that felgercarb refers to carbonized felger, the waste product of robots.) (I’m joking.)