"TWoP is such a fixture in my personal history that it is jolting to come up against the reality of its impermanence — like walking by the corner where a cherished dive bar used to sit and finding that it has been replaced by a bank. My sister introduced me to TWoP when we were in the nerdy thrall of “Battlestar Galactica”; we would binge-watch episodes and then turn to Jacob Clifton’s often insightful, always meticulous recaps, which could go on for thousands of words.
“The door of Tigh’s cell creaks and Saul cowers against the wall, to cover his calendar. Brother Cavil enters, sits astride a chair, puts on mirrorshades, clears his throat, and laughs at him,” Jacob wrote in his season 3, episode 1 recap. I doubt the screenplay was anywhere near that specific, but since I was so taken with the show, Jacob’s prolixity did not bother me. In fact, it was what I craved. TWoP allowed me to linger — or wallow — in the world of “Battlestar Galactica” long past its running time.”
I shall miss you dearly, TWoP.