Battlestar Galactica — The Last Frakkin’ Meal

That’s me in the middle.

If you saw the Star Trek Meets Monty Python video I posted at Hallowe’en, you won’t be surprised to learn I’m a bit of a sci-fi geek. Should I ever be forced to choose between The Space Channel and the Food Network, when it comes to entertainment, space ships trump sauce pans every time.

Tomorrow is the final episode of Battlestar Galactica (or BSG as we call it). Andrew and I will be glued to the television watching the hour-long speculation-fueled lead-in and the two-hour must-see series finale. I’m not sure I can tolerate the follow-up discussion. It all depends on whether or not Gaius Baltar meets the satisfying death he so richly deserves.

Since the dark and gritty BSG isn’t likely to give its fans a Hollywood happy ending, I know many characters are going to meet their end. And we want to send them off in proper BSG style. But what to serve? They don’t eat alien food like Klingon Gagh or Telaxian Leola root (dear heavens, I actually know about this stuff). So other than Starbucks coffee for Kara Thrace, frankfurters for the pilot nicknamed Hot Dog and toast as a nod to the slang term for Cylons (aka toasters), I’m out of ideas.

Andrew suggested whisky since all you ever see Admiral Adama and his second-in-command Saul Tigh consume is hard liquor. Then again, Andrew’s partial to whisky himself. Guess I’ll have to drink my red wine from a shot glass and pretend.

If you watch, make a menu suggestion or predict the outcome of Friday night’s thrilling conclusion. If you don’t, then forgive me. It won’t happen again. After all, it’s the frakkin’ end — of this series.