It's taken me 3 times . . . but I finally got all these Laura Roslin moods loaded!!!! Thanks to multicolor and as soon as I get back from lunch I'll put the credit in my profile.

I am not Honry, but I felt that mood should get the first showing ;)

(I wrote this last night while waiting for BSG, some of you have seen it already so I apologize for the repeat. I also apologize to Z because I know I'm missing or add too many commas) ;)


A Frakker's Lament . . .

We stand on the precipice of the final episodes. As I type this, those on the east coast are watching the premiere. Our friends in Europe are fast asleep with dreams of Cylons and Battlestars dancing through their heads. The Aussies are enjoying their mid afternoon beer while those of us on the west coast wait with baited breath.

As we've waited for the return of the show we all love, we've listened to the actors discuss their journey and how they've grown; how the bonds of friendships have been forged, families made and grown, the critical acclaim and the crushing snubs. As they have grown, so have we. Though our journey has not been as long, it quiet possibly might be as deep.

It started with a mini series that at some point, whether it be on the night it aired or years later, captured our imagination and ignited in us a desire to watch a group of characters that we identify with. Some with the hero, others with the villain. Yet if there's one thing Battlestar has taught us it is that the lines between good and evil are always blurred. The good guy does bad things and the bad guy some how, even by accident, redeems themselves. Perhaps it wasn't a character but one of the many thought provoking episodes that made us stop and ask "What would I do?" that caused you to tune in every week. No matter how you were hooked, you never let go.

And over time your allegiances were won over by Cylon or human, Colonial Fleet or civilian, pilot or delegate. You cared for them and their lives enough to want to find others who shared your passion. You sought out your on Battlestar family so that you weren't going through it alone. Your anguish and joys became theirs, as their triumphs and defeats became yours. Through excruciatingly long hiatuses, a labor strike and rumors of early cancelations you waited with your family. Mused over rumors and contemplated positioning of people in pictures.

Years from now, when the ink of fan fiction no longer dabbles in the universe of BSG, the life on New Caprica, the "What if's" of your favorite couple, or the Alternate Universes, the echoes of their words will carry with you. As your passion transfers to new characters and new relationships, new stories and plots, new families and friends, you'll stop, and for a fleeting moment the memories of this show will burn. Discussion will turn to debate and comparison of your new love with your old one.

We will never be free of it . . . nor do we wish to be.

Savor what little we have left of this show. Like a fine wine it has permeated our souls and filled us with content that may never be matched within our life time. No matter the conclusion, the journey, I can say without trepidation, has been worth it.

So Say We All