As if Von Daniken didn’t have enough to answer for

I’ve borrowed the first disc of the Battlestar Galactica series—the original, not the Sci-Fi Channel revamp—from the NYPL, and I’m currently paused about five minutes into the premiere episode.

Wow. Wow. Wow. It is already horrendously bad.

I mean, “the seventh millennium of time”? As opposed to what, the seventh millennium of space?!?

And the puppyish li’l brother pilot who is about to go on patrol for the first time because Hey, it’s not like we’re at war or anything! [nudge nudge, wink wink]...

God, I know TV sucked in the ’seventies, but I don’t remember it sucking quite this hard.