In space, no one can hear the shark

I hate to make it seem like I am unintelligent, but… what the hell happened in Battlestar Galactica last night? I mean, I tried to make sense of it, but it was so impenetrably written and produced that I have no clue what it was about. I mean, the first problem was that it was a flashback for most of the episode, and that flashback had its own flashback. I couldn’t keep track of where and when I was.
Last week’s episode was very disappointing to me. The realism that has been the hallmark of this series was thrown out the window with a Star Trek-style deus ex machina/technobabble solution to a slowly unraveling ticking time bomb since the beginning: Laura Roslin’s cancer. And then boom, in thirty seconds her cancer was gone and with it an important plot point as well as a source of drama. This was the Trek Reset Button in all its glory. After last night’s muddy and unfollowable episode, I began to worry already that this was the shark-jumping moment when the series lost its way.
I’m sure that it will get better, right? And I’m also sure that I will be pummeled by fans who will tell me that a) it was only two bad episodes and b) I’m an idiot who doesn’t understand the deep implications and religious fervor involved in Battlestar Galactica.
With West Wing going away, BG is all I have left, folks. I’m scared.