First, Friday Night Lights, 9 pm on NBC. It's not Shakespeare, but it's addicting in a way that only my therapist might be able to explain (five'll get you ten the explay involves Minka Kelly and Connie Britton). All those reasons I bag on Smallville? Yeah, they all apply here, too (minus the curiously long canine teeth), yet I can't seem to say no mas, no mas. Season 3 starts tonight.
Second, Battlestar Galactica. Really. Hiatus over, the first of the last ten eps airs tonight on Sci-Fi at 10 pm. When last we saw our beleaguered heroes, huzzah!, they had found Earth. Problem is, it didn't look anything like they had been promised in the tour guide; as if the whole world had played Jarts with their nuclear arsenals and no one was left standing to brag about it. I was half-expecting Adama to bust out his best Heston: "You maniacs! You blew it up! Damn you! Damn you all to hell!"
TiVo 'em. Watch 'em. Come back here and discuss 'em.
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