So, um, last night's BSG... GUH! I'm still not exactly sure how I feel about it. It was definitely better than "Black Market." Lee is so much more appealing when he doesn't talk much. I think I half loved it and half hated it. I am seriously ready for them to stop abusing the "48 (or whatever) hours earlier" device, that's for sure. For the love of the Gods, just show the damn episode in chronological order! It's a very rare story that actually benefits from that style of telling, and most episodes do not fall into that category. I was sobbing like a baby by the end, though, so they still know how to push all of my buttons.

MIL's in town, which is why I haven't been posting much this week. I've got fics floating around in my head and recs taunting me from my flist and not enough computer time to play with any of it. Wah. And I never got a chance to post about Wednesday's Veronica Mars (which was LOVE, btw).

Tonight we're going to see Richard play his first gig at the Velvet Melvin (no, austin360, I still don't know what time) and then tomorrow we're having my dad over for Steak and Guinness pie and an evening of NOT watching the Superbowl. And in the meantime I'm occupying myself by knitting a red and purple eyelash scarf for the MIL to wear to her Red Hat Society meetings.