He screwed her 'til she saw (only one) god. And then she cried.

I need to put my musings and/or recaps of Battlestar Galactica up quick. Because once I read Jacob's recaplet of BSG over on TWOP, I feel unworthy. There's good stuff to be had, and you can browse that here.

I was a bit concerned once I saw Michael Angeli's name as the writer (he was responsible for "The Woman King," among other offenses), but that was a brutal, stark and raw hour of mostly dialogue. And I loved every minute of it.

Note to self: don't "lobotomize" your crackberry, PC, GPS, XM radio, coffee maker, TiVo or iPod. Because they won't like it, and you'll have a world of shit on your hands.