me: i seriously cannot wait to go home. we have more BSG today and i'm gonna exploded
     explod
     explo
     blow up
bitca: hahahahahaha!

Yeah, so, the mister and I are still winging our way through Battlestar Galactica on DVD, and last night we hit a snag. We were on the last disc of the Season 2.0 box set. (For some reason [more money] the producers or whomever decided to split Season 2 into two box sets [to get more money] so you have to get Season 2 in two parts [bastards.])

I was upset to discover that Season 2, Disc 3 only contains two episodes, and spent the better part of a minute cussing out the DVD player. (After which my diagnosis of "retardedly angry" was reconfirmed.) Then we watched both episodes, the last of which ends on a MAJOR CLIFFHANGER. And we weren't going to be getting a new disc from Netflix for OMG TWO DAYS.

Okay, the point of the story is this, so I'll just get to it: I'm a geek who had to get her Battlestar Galactica fix and went out at two in the morning to Meijer just to buy the next box set in the season because I HAD TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WITH THAT SUPERBITCH ADMIRAL CAIN and Oh My God, can't you just see how this science fiction stuff is like crack to me?