I’ve been watching the first season of Stargate-1 (SG-1) and find it necessary to share the things I’ve learned:
I don’t like men who wax their eyebrows. Michael Shanks (Dr. Daniel Jackson) has perfect eyebrows. It weirds me out. He also has wonderfully manicured hands. I don’t mind that so much.
I like Richard Dean Anderson (Lt. Col. Jack O’Neil) better without the mullet.
Everybody on all planets speak English. On the other hand, they write in archaic scripts which needs a philologist/anthropologist/archeologist to decipher. Go figure.
Dr. Frasier is the real boss.
Teal’c should be banned from wearing pseudo cowboy gear with red silk bandanas. He looked like a refugee from a Village People reunion tour. (Oops, also from a later season - I’ve been watching SG-1 on Sci-Fi channel as well)
When a babe blows pink dust at your man, grab a weapon.
Be very, very careful about the off-worlders you have sex with; corollary, don’t date Samantha Carter or you’ll die. Actually the corollary comes from later episodes, but you gotta wonder why she doesn’t have any men in her life.
When unsure what emotion you are supposed to display, scowl (Teal’c), wrinkle your forehead (Daniel) or come up with a sarcastic quip (O’Neil).
No matter what action SG-1 takes, it will mess something up. Sometimes beyond fixing. Which is actually impressive - I mean most shows would get it fixed within the hour. That would be why they call them story arcs, I guess.