Galactica finale spoilers. Look away now. Disappointment is something to be looked forward to.
There is a certain irony in the fact that I have spent the last year discussing my love of BSG whilst simultaneously explaining my reasoning for why "God did it" is such a terrible fall-back non-explanation that only idiots would use, only for the two fucking things to end up coinciding.
Needless to say, after five years, a certain irony was exactly what I was looking for.
Let us never discuss this show again.
Well, except to say this. If I was Ronald D. Moore, I would be attempting extensive plastic surgery to render me totally unrecognisable, not taking a bow in a last-minute cameo to drive home how much everyone has just been shafted. When your appearance is less welcome than watching Apollo chase a fucking pigeon, you know something's gone wrong, although there is a perverse level of genius in managing to rip off one of the oldest ideas in science fiction and think "What we need is to add a Dick Dastardly cartoon in here". I can only presume Caprica will involve a bizarre collection of outlandish characters attempting to hold an off-road race during an invasion by Martian tripods.
Mind you, that would be better than what I just had to sit through.