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by AnDroid
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Battlestar Galactica: The Greatest Story Ever Told |
| Written by AnDroid |
| Thursday, 07 January 2010 16:20 |
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I really didn't want to watch something called “Battlestar Galactica” when Brandon started playing it in the living room of our apartment shortly after we'd moved to Portland. “That's the worst title I've ever heard,” I scoffed, and I walked out of the room, busying myself in the kitchen, trying my best to be disinterested. But when Tricia Helfer, one of the hottest blonds ever to appear on television, dropped her dress and mounted James Callis like a wild animal, her Cylon spine glowing red as she ground her bare hips into him, I realized this might be some science fiction I could actually get behind. Gritty, dark, dramatic, and sexy as hell, this show had everything I could possibly want. I became a raging Battlestar Galactica geek overnight. I <3 Tricia Helfer!
Battlestar Galactica, or BSG for short, is based on a terrible Star Wars ripoff of the same name from 1978. The original series is so bad it's practically unwatchable (although at one low point in my life I did force myself to watch every single episode), but the basic premise is the same as in the new series: Humans live on a colony of twelve planets, the capital of which is called Caprica. They've got a treaty with some robots called Cylons and are living in relative peace. Then the Cylons launch a surprise attack on the colonies, killing almost everyone, and the last remnants of humanity, less than 50,000 people, form a “ragtag fleet” of a few dozen surviving spacecraft and rally around the Battlestar Galactica, lead by Commander Adama, to flee from the Cylons and search for a new home, specifically a mythical place called “Earth” (*wink, wink*). Some nerd trying to look cool.
Ronald D. Moore and David Eick, the creative forces behind the re-imagined BSG, produced a piece of sci-fi that's more stripped-down and rife with drama than anything that had ever been attempted within the genre before. It's not about going on adventures and exploring the galaxy, it's about the human condition, the last of a broken, dying race and their final desperate attempts to survive against all odds. It's about political and civil unrest, dealing with tremendous loss, and hopelessly trying to find peace amidst chaos. And it's about sweaty, passionate human-on-Cylon sex, gods damn it! This trailer is pretty lame. Just watch the fracking show! |


