It's easy to condemn SG-1 now of phoning, shall we say "dialing" in their performances, but you have to expect some degree of self-reference after what, nine seasons. And tonight, the Simpsons-versus-Family Guy critical lines weren't as clear-cut, as BSG careens towards developments inspired elsewhere, at least the Stargate stuff I'm familiar and comfortable with. Ah, my favorite science fiction formula: the parallel universe. What was that tired analysis of Star Trek's appeal, the utopian vision of the future, where freaks are welcome, productive members of the team (and in some episodes even get the girl)? Well, nuts to that; that's a million, billion years off. If you're gonna fantasize about a better life, a different life—you know, like one where I'm not blogging unintelligibly on a Friday night—a life, then stick with quantum theory. How I wish Dr. Frasier were my doctor.