No technical posts today, and very little web work. There are times when you just need to kick back.

Even though I’ve got no updates I thought I’d put an entry up today and use my little soap box. Breaking out the soap box, this can’t be good. Don’t worry, it’s not bad. Just a small rant on “entertainment” today.

At this very moment I’m kicking back, typing, and half watching TV. What am I watching? Surface, on NBC. Now don’t mistake my watching the show as an endorsement of the show. It’s not. I watch the show for the same reason people slow down when driving by an accident scene.

NBC’s Surface is my “road side car wreck” show of the year. I initially started watching with the hope that a new sci-fi series made it to a standard station. With each episode I became more aware of the fact that Hollywood really has lost touch, originality, and it’s pool of creative writers.

The characters in the show have to be some of the most unbelievable I’ve seen in a long time. By that I mean you cannot believe anything about the characters. The most obvious things blow past these folks. Bad guys are after you. So what do you do? Well, how about using a cell phone to contact your family? No way anyone will trace your call, or tap your family’s phone. Yup, real people are that dumb.

So why do I keep watching Surface? I want to know how dumb the current batch of writers think we are. If Surface is to pass as a legit sci-fi series they must think we’re dumber than stumps.

Turning my attention to an “acclaimed sci-fi series.” Most sci-fi series are really not what I like any longer. One of the series that has gotten rave reviews is the new Battlestar Galactica. The first big “to do” was that this new series replaced characters who were male with females. Big deal, that didn’t bother me. However, there’s plenty of other stuff on the show that is bothersome.

Battlestar Galactica can be described very simply. Soft Porn. Really, I mean it. A great deal of the show focuses around sexual tension, and sexual relationships with the main characters.

Here’s the deal if you haven’t watched the show. The “Cylons” are robots created by humanity. Many years ago they cylons rebelled and there was a war. A truce was called, the cylons moved away. After evolving, and making themselves look human they came back and wiped out the bulk of humanity. Less than 50,000 humans survive and run away in their little fleet searching for Earth. Ok.

Several of the cylons are female. Several of the remaining humans have been seduced by the cylon females. Even when these humans are made aware that their “girl friend” is really a cylon, they still love them and don’t turn them in. Let’s see, billions dead. My girlfriend is a cylon, part of the group that wiped out nearly my entire race. Yup, I’m going to protect her and not tell anyone she’s one of the robots.

Apparently, advanced civilizations capable of travelling the galaxy all function like teenagers with raging hormones. How anyone ever got around to figuring out space travel is beyond me. They’re too busy thinking about their most base instincts. Concentrating on doing anything else would seem almost impossible.

Apparently one of the cylons is now pregnant.  Ok, they’re really close to being human.  And the father of the child still loves the cylon, and his child.  Uh, wiped out humanity….hmmmm.
Fortunately for the Sci-Fi channel my take on the show is in the minority. It’s still getting rave reviews. As they say, sex sells.

Now you might know why I spend more of my “entertainment time” listening to XM Radio instead of watching TV. :D

Tomorrow more tech stuff.  The soap box has been returned to the laundry room.  ;)