Soul Searching in Outer Space.

I've been on a quest to figure out the reason behind my disdain for sci-fi. To that end, I decided to power watch all 4 seasons of Battlestar Galactica. 

Being home alone this week gave me free range to do just that: I blocked out all light from the windows and immersed myself in the story, devouring episode after episode, giving myself only 6 hours of sleep at night. Crying and cheering, alternatively and shamelessly where it was needed.

So now it's over and I'm left euphoric, with a head full of chirping sounds and the cylon song reverberating in my ears. And I think I have the answer to my original question: 

I don't dislike sci-fi. I don't even mind stories that take place aboard a ship, with uniformed characters subscribing to their ranks...

I just dislike older sci-fi.

Furthermore, I have gained the clarity to pinpoint the exact cause of my broader revulsion: Space 1999 —starring young Martin Landau in the main role...

Pew Pew indeed.

In other news: the little fellows at the beginning of this post are but a fragment of the bigger picture. Come by the Kanelstrand blog to read my monthly contribution, and see the rest!

Happy Friday!!