My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

I am deeply addicted to the new Battlestar Galactica (“BSG”) tv show.  I’ve always been a closeted sci-fi nerd, but I’m finding my newest obsession too hard to keep to myself.  I’ve been spreading the joy that is BSG to all of my friends.  Poor Frog was infected after I lent her T’s brother’s season 1 dvd collection.  (I’ve lent this collection to several people, all of whom are now big fans.  I only hope T’s brother doesn’t notice that we’ve had the dvd’s for almost a year now!)  There’s a marathon covering the first half of season 3 (which I haven’t seen yet) coming up soon which I’m super excited about.  Thank god for Tivo!

On a totally unrelated note, T noticed a rather large hairball congregating on the bathroom floor this morning.  It was lurking near the door between the bathroom and the bedroom.  He thinks secret hairball men are forming in the bathroom and are poised to strike soon.  I’m guessing this is his subtle way of saying I should do something about all the hair collecting in the apartment.  Poor T.  He has no idea what he’s getting into.  Fighting them is useless.  They always win.  Anyone who’s ever lived with me knows I shed worse than any pet! 

Oh, and for those at all interested, I’m currently reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma, which examines the food we eat.  It’s (as expected) very disturbing and is enough to put me off meat (poor, poor cows).  And processed foods.  And organic foods.  Maybe I’ll just stop eating altogether. 

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