I always thought that if I were a character from The Office, I'd be that freaky mom Hannah from season three, who used her breast pump at her desk and dressed her boy in pink. Turns out, though, that I've found quite a lot in common with Dwight K. Schrute in the form of Battlestar Galactica, which Dave and I have been Netflixing since April. The other day we got impatient for the next installment and I went to Blockbuster.
Me: I'm here to pick up Battlestar Galactica. (yeah, I'd called ahead)
Blockbuster dude: (shouting to another Blockbuster dude) Battlestar Galactica?
Blockbuster dude #2: Battlestar Galactica season two, right?
Me: (really wishing the title didn't sound so geeky) Actually, it's season 2.5, disks two and three.
Couple behind me: snicker, snicker, snicker
Seriously, though, it's been a fantastic (if slightly racy) series--well worth such humiliations. We finished up the first half of the final season last night. The last eleven episodes come out on DVD next month and you'd better believe I'll be lining up outside of Blockbuster to conclude the human/cylon saga.
5 comments:
Dave is lucky to have you.
Uh, it only gets better/crazier/more cylon-y from here on out. I ♥ BSG!
Ha! Taylor and I started watching via netflix two years ago, and then watched every week until the final episode. Season 2 or 3 gets a little weird, but then they recover. (We didn't tell any of our friends about our late night Galactica parties after the kids went to bed....kinda embarrassing how geeky we are.)
Brent: do you have a heart key on your keyboard?? I must know how to do that!
Sometime I'm going to have to give it another shot. I saw the miniseries and thought it was passable, but couldn't bring myself to watch it weekly after that. Tell me it got significantly better...
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