As I mention frequently, entertainment is the carrot (or in Applied Behavioral Analysis speak, reinforcer) that keeps me going through my day. I can run on that kiddie/domestic treadmill for a very long time if I know that eventually I'll spend five minutes reading great blog writing while snarfing down my lunch, or watching well-done Sci Fi TV while folding the latest wave of laundry.
Except, no. And no. (Spoiler alert, BSG fans, e.g., Seymour)
I really hope Ron Moore knows what the fuck he's doing. Not that I'll be able to get Joshua Norton's opinion on the matter.