Dude at work likes Battlestar Galactica, as do I. As we stood outside of my boss’s office with three other co-workers, he asks me, sheepish and furtive: “Did you see BSG on Sunday?”
Difficult sitcheeation. I don’t want to blow this guy off. I also don’t want to be that guy who watches Battlestar Galactica, and have to launch into a soliloquoy about how no, it’s not the one from the seventies, yes, it’s very good, no, there is no robot dog.
I risked it, discussing the show in broad terms and quickly changing the subject. Come on, man; discussing the finer points of the rebirth of the two Cylons who have played major roles in the conflict? That’s cube-talk.