Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Couchatus Triumphant

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Friends, we did it. For 7 hours, starting at 8:00 in the morning, Debbie and I watched back-to-back episodes of Battlestar Galactica, getting up only for Italian pastries and refills of coffee. And the time flew. BSG did not disappoint, and we are only sorry that we can't stay home from work two more days to watch the rest of the marathon in real time (but thank you, Tivo). Well-wishers called (thank you, Eve), and I do believe that, with a day-long, intensive session of beagle-snuggling, Rocky made significant inroads into Deb's pet-resistance---like the Cylon defenses after a sustained pummeling by Vipers, the walls are beginning to crumble.
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1 Comments:

Blogger DJ said...

Questions rising, like a phoenix, from the ashes of last Wednesday's pursuits (I have no idea):
-How many BSG episodes would we have to watch before actually growing restless?
-Can the body subsist on frozen Costco boysenberry tarts alone?
-Does anyone snuggle more warmly and comfortably than a beagle on his sofa?
-How come Starbuck looks so great with extensions when they make most women look trashy?
-Why don't the Italians have a word for "pie" when they make them so well?
-Is Rocky a Cylon?

May 21, 2007 at 2:43 PM  

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