Okay, so the SciFi channel was doing a Battlestar Galactica marathon today; season three, Maelstrom and Crossroads I & II among them. And my gods, I still can’t believe how much in love I am with the story, the characters, and the forth season teasers. SciFi wants to brake my brain. It’s not enough that the radio at work is set on some old rock station and All Along the Watchtower has been playing for the last two months at least once a day… oh no, it’s not nearly enough. The acoustics were wrong, as was its timing and vocal inflictions. Eastern pipes and electric guitars, BT4 (whichever band you are) rocks (and Bob Dylan I suppose for being the mind who created the lyrics).

Seventeen days left until the final season starts. Seventeen days until the story picks up for the last time. Seventeen days until the fallout.

I haven’t been this psyched for television since Saturday morning cartoons on mom’s shinny-new largescreened tv in Florida when I was eight! One of the many reasons I'm far more inclined to learn about fandoms via fanfiction; the imaginations of my fellow obsessed fangirls far out ranks paid writers. Unless you come across bad fanfiction. Then the only avenue left is to drink it better. Ah drinking games. I wonder if there is a community that focuses on this aspect of ze bad!fic. Take a shot every time eye color changes, one for every unexplained gender change, every time you come across the word ‘teh’ excreta, excreta and so on and so forth. Specifically tweaked for each ‘verse, of course. Hm. Perhaps in the summer, when I’m rather bored, I’ll look into this.

With  the teasers, the marathons, and rewatching the first season downstairs (a ploy to trick my lazyass on the treadmill) comes fanfiction. Not the writing of it, thank you very much, but the reading of it which progressed into the watching of fanvids. 

And so I have a small colleciton of recommendations for today; fanvids. Go watch!


All by: super_kc

  
BSG: Scratch by [music: Little House by The Fray]; a wonderfully pieced together vid focusing on Kara “Starbuck” Thrace; angsty, complicated, poignant, paralleling the climatic episodes leading up until the end of the third season. It showcases a thorny storyline with shots and lyrics that does nothing but spread my love for this character. But then, she is my favorite… 

BSG: Meant Well: The Occupation [music: Hide and Seak by Imogen Heap], episodes 2x20-3x4. A surprisingly emotional and haunting fanvid looking at the effects of captivity during the Cylon occupation of New Caprica.

And because I couldn’t resist:

BSG: Battlestar Inferno [music: Disco Inferno by 50 Cent]; up to and including 3x19. It’s like a crack!vid meets a tame PWP!vid and illustrates perfectly the reason I won't be introducing this show to my grandparents. But, whowa, it’s priceless. The world as you know has ended, the President of the Colonies wants everyone to make babies, and really… what else is there to do when confined in a small area, in eternal space, with Cylons only occasionally showing up to get shot at.