So my son has discovered Battlestar Galactica. No, not the much (possibly 'over') -hyped SyFy series that aired a couple of years back. I mean the original (dare I say 'real?'*) Battlestar Galactica. Oh, and now he's on an A-Team kick, too. (Also the original, natch. Gotta love Netflix Watch Instantly.)

It's....nice to see it again, if a little embarrassing. It's homey and comfy and awkward all at once. Much like going back to your high school reunion, I imagine. For one thing, it was all so real, so dramatic, so...epic back then. Now I have to admit, it's sort of cheesy. Endearingly cheesy, but still. This is where some of the embarrassment comes in, I suppose.

Then there's the remembered girl-crush. Oy. I mean, Starbuck, on whom I will confess I had a heck of a crush (the cigar-smoking, sexy, womanizing Starbuck, that is), still looks darn good in the reruns. Then I remember he is now 65. This is a hard pill to swallow.

Still, I have to say the past is pretty cool. But I really wish I could visit for real...

*You gotta allow me this one, sorry. I know, I'm totally dating myself, but I grew up on the first series. It was seminal, formative, precious.