One day, Sara expressed the tiniest hint of an interest in watching Battlestar Galactica. I was on it like white on rice.

I realize that I am the last one to the geek party that is Battlestar Galactica. I was in serious danger of losing my nerd cred. We’re a little over half way through the series, and I have to say, it’s absolutely as good as anybody ever made it out to be. It is absolutely amazing that this was made for SyFy channel. The production value is as high as anything on a network; good acting, great plots, good special effects. I guess I have to stop thinking of SyFy as the channel that gave us such gems as Sharktopus.

We’ve been watching multiple episodes per night, every night, though we haven’t quite sunken to the level of that clip from Portlandia. I don’t know that I have that much to say about it, other than you should see it if you haven’t. But then again, you have, since I am the last person on earth to see it.

The show has the absolute lamest theme song of all time. It’s like a guy repeatedly playing one key on a piano. It’s not so much a theme song as a pianist with a nervous twitch. Also? Total old guy power. All the old guys steal the show. Edward James Olmos is the man as Admiral Adama. He has more talent in his facial crags alone than most actors have in their whole bodies. I also love Michael Hogan as Col. Tigh, who is deeply flawed, but deeply bad ass. And then here comes Dean Stockwell, clearly the awesomest Cylon. It took me awhile to stop waiting for him to say, “Saam! Ziggy says if we don’t jump now, a Cylon Basestar is going to blow us all to smithereens!” But after I got past that, he ripped it up.

So there you go. We’re watching it, and loving it (even Sara!). It just goes to show you that a good show is a good show, even if it’s science fiction. Watching this just makes me feel sad about all of the awful science fiction t.v. has tried to shove down our collective throats over the years.