In the brig, Gaius hops around like that merry wanderer of the night in a community theatre presentation of Midsummer Night's Dream, and finally angles himself down to the envelope on the floor. Inside, slightly the worse for wear, is that goddamn pen, and a note from Lampkin. Which he reads as we hear Lampkin's voiceover: "There is no greater ally, no force more powerful, no enemy more resolved than a son who chooses to step from his father's shadow. -- Romo Lampkin." The resulting apoplexy of douche-toolish self-obsession -- too many egos, too small a space, Romo quoting himself, Gaius being all writer guy now, Angeli doing a bang-up job as usual -- causes the entire episode to run backwards from itself and then explode at the very beginning, like it never happened. Yet even still it bends time and space to avoid getting the fuck over itself.
Yeah, I just found a note on my office floor, it goes like this: "There is nothing more poignantly ill-advised, no narrative tremor too pronounced, no pile of bullshit too unready for primetime, that it won't be signed off on with Michael Angeli's name on the cover, because he is holding an NBC executive's family hostage. -- This Stupid Fucking Episode." But I don't know what it means!
Next week, as I've been saying all season: THE TRIAL OF GAIUS BALTAR! Written by the guy who brought you "Collaborators," "Lay Down Your Burdens, Part II," "The Eye Of Jupiter," "A Day In The Life," and (cough) "Black Market." I'm thinking it's going to be awesome and probably pretty crazy; Verheiden also means that it will be serviceable-to-brilliant, depending on the director, and have the input of Moore and Eick and the whole room, meaning that it'll be big ideas and lots of cool scenes at the least. And I'm guessing there will be a lot of setup for all the wild cliffhangers we've come to expect in our finales. I just hope it won't have the Part One flab we've also come to expect, but I'm not that worried. It'll certainly feel like BSG again, rather than another Iron John & Easy Rider night at Neal Cassady's house. I'm pretty pumped; I'm asking Joe to do the recaplets here on out. So til Sunday, pass me the magic drum or some shit, because I gotta whine about my Dad for awhile.