In Which I Get My Lamp!

You're in a cave, it's dark, what will you do?
GET LAMP, that's what! This film both made me smile
And stirred old wistfulness; the timeline through
Which we are taken largely took place while
Computers were unheard of where I dwelt
(Excepting those typesetting beasts employed
By newspapers). You'd best believe I felt
Deprived as I read how others enjoyed
Computer gaming in those early days,
How stories weren't just read but lived by those
Who solved their puzzles in ingenious ways,
How smart people were having fun! "But," crows
My fav'rite pusher "It is not too late!
(I paraphrase)" And thus he's sealed my fate.

Good Or Bad, It's Ending Tonight...

In one-half hour, the last installment airs
Of Battlestar Galactica, and I,
Despite the recent traits that this show shares
With soap operas and Springer, may just cry.
I will admit now that I sure was wrong
About the last Cylon and other things
(I thought that Starbuck stood a fairly strong
Chance of being the fruit of Tigh's weird flings
With Six, until his wife showed up and made
A miscarriage occur). I wait now for
The big finale, hoping a parade
Of resolutions for plot holes galore
Awaits rather than more complexities.
Just minutes now before the whole world sees!