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Battlestar Galactica recently won a prestigious Peabody award.  While some of the episodes in the second season were of middling quality, the finale had me completely engrossed (even though my TiVo accidentally lopped off the last 60-90 seconds).  If the SciFi Channel keeps getting awards like this, perhaps it will stop churning out those awful cheese-laden Saturday night "original movies" and greenlight more thoughtful content like BG.  I'd love to see the network do a miniseries adaptation of Ender's Game or Rendezvous with Rama, both of which seem to be stuck in development hell.