We have gotten ahead of our 2-a-month rental contract with Netflixx, which puts us squarely in limbo when it comes to waiting for the next BSG disk. We can't get the next one til August 14th! Woe! Lamentation!

So the new Battlestar Galactica (not so new anymore, but we're late adopters) is great stuff. It grabs you by the cojones and doesn't let go. If you don't have cojones, it grows you some, then grabs 'em, then doesn't let go. I love Starbuck and her expressive eyebrows. I love Sharon and her inner turmoil. I love Commander Adama and his Aral Vorkosiganness.

Sometimes, though, I want to grab the scriptwriters by the cojones and...well, here's what I mean:

( Spoilers Ahoy )

Aaron and I are now up to season 2, episode 5 ("The Farm"). Some of the last few episodes of season 1 were disappointing--"Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down," "The Hand of God," and "Colonial Day" in particular seemed to ring with the echos of the writers jumping from one plot point to the next as quickly as possible. It picked up with the season finale, and then started up strong again in season 2, so I have high hopes of it.

However...let me just say: If there turn out to be real gods in this show, and my sci-fi story gets pre-empted and turned into prophecy-driven fantasy, I shall be most put out.

Our flight home was delayed due to "something not installed correctly on one of the port-side engines." Thank you, Captain TMI. I did not need to know that. (Actually, his name was Captain Quickly, appropriate since we made it into ATL almost on time despite the long delay.)

It's a bloody crime that a flight this long (4-5 hours!), taking off at 3ish and landing around 11 local time, doesn't include a meal. I'm sorry, but the "snack service" doesn't cut it. Not even with--get this--the "Havarty-type cheese flavored spread." That's right--not Havarty flavored, rather cheese flavored and of a Havarty type.

The nice thing about a long flight was that we got in three episodes of Battlestar Galactica each way. Plus another one in the airport. Yeah, we're hooked.