u/Snarky_Guy

I watched this during my first watch of BSG years ago. This past week I binged the entire series and ended with “The Plan”.

Obviously there was no major secrets revealed. Beyond that, the show was basically a reel show with clips from the series and a few background clips.

Overall, a solid B- for Battlestar Galactica. Nothing new. A few thoughts:

- It ends with two Cavils getting spaced. One of the had just knived a kid and said friendship was dangerous yet her took the other Cavil’s hand in friendship as he got spaced.

- I was wondering if Boomer sided with Cavil because he was still controlling her with the elephant.

- a bit retconned or poorly managed since it showed the final five with Cavil but then him wanting to put them with the humans for a lesson. Supposedly the five arrived during the first Cylon war and they stopped the war, but then later the five are in resurrection bathtubs? But Saul was around during the first Cylon War as a Colonial Officer. The timeline was a bit jumbled.

- If they’re going to make a movie about “The Plan” , I would rather they had followed the Final Five plot line more fully, then arriving and stopping the First Cylon War and then getting double crossed by Cavil/John rather than just a reel show. I realize ever serialized show as a reel episode because it’s a lot cheaper to produce (just reuse old footage) but still.

In Episode 13 of Season 3, they decide to violate Baltar's rights and drug him for information. But at that time they also had his conspirator Caprica Six onboard. Why didn't they just drug her too and compare the answers? If you're going to go all in, why not go ALL THE WAY IN?

I’m a middle school teacher. One day in the classroom I realized there was a squeaky floor joint in the corner of the classroom. I stepped on it and it made a curiously fart-like sound.

The kids immediately went “EWWWWW!” and said I (the teacher) farted. Nope! I pointed at the floor joint and stepped on it a few times, showing it made the telltale fart sound but it WASN’T me, the teacher, farting.

Over the course of the semester I’d occasionally step there on purpose and the class of 6th graders would go nuts laughing about the sound.

Ironically I was grooming them.

Whenever I really had to fart, thanks to my intestinal fortitude (or lack thereof), I’d go back to that same floor joint and step on it, simultaneously releasing a well-earned Havana Omelette like breeze; and the students were none the wiser.