But when the second season came out, oh, hell, yes, was I hooked. I watched every single episode on the day it aired and geeked out more than I care to admit. I was completely absorbed with the show's mythos, with the characters and their complicated (and real) relationships, with the music (Bear McCreary, you are a god among composers). It's rare that any TV show captivates me and has me begging to tune in every week and chomping at the bit during the summer months, when all I have is the internet to peruse for spoilers and little behind-the-scenes pictures. I was just ... hungry.
Good show, Ronald D. Moore and David Eick. Good fucking show.
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