Two words to counter any bad taste that "NCIS in space" may have left: Lindsay Duncan.

Such a creepy, unsettling episode. Not super-good, necessarily, but such a departure from the usual tone of an episode of Quantum Leap that it really caught me by surprise. Like that episode of the '80s NBC Buck Rogers episode with the Nosferatu-esque "space vampire." I remember that giving me nightmares as a kid.

Well, London Calling did make Rolling Stone's list of best albums of the '80's, so there's a precedent.

He's chilling down in Mexico with Hank and Brit (not that one).

I wasn't seriously suggesting that explanation— in fact my example was meant to convey that there really is no explanation that would make sense.

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Yeah, I made this argument— wrongly, as it happens— back in the discussion for the Pilot.

Well  . . . Anthony Davis was only 6'2" until his senior year in high school, when he shot up to 6'10", so, um . . . yeah, I got nothing.

Then he lost an eye, and got to bang Mindy Riggins (nee Collette).

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Arigato, ¡eh!

"That's protestant whiskey!"

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Esteban Colberto, naturalmente.

Or "Fat Ammy's"?

In a way, that's sort of taken place.  More than 500 comments for a music review.  It may be difficult to "objectively" tally up a consensus, but for anyone paying attention, there's a wealth of genuine analysis below the actual "review," so . . . consider this review crowd-sourced, I guess?

. . . and the whales.

The entire town of SH was transported to the Arctic Circle in mid-winter for that one twenty-four hour period?

So, tomorrow, then?

Yup.  And I guess between that, Farscape and BSG, that's a pretty good record for a basic cable channel.  There's only maybe three other such networks with at least three shows I've liked as much or more.