I've been told that the first season-three episode of Battlestar Galactica is supposed to appear on iTunes 24 hours after the episode airs.
I'M STILL WAITING!
I hate checking the iTunes store every 8.328 minutes for this episode. By my calculations, it's late. I'm here, willing to give my money. Please!? It's here, in my hand. I'm dying to pay. For the love of all that is holy, take my money!
Ok, I guess I'll watch another Carey Grant movie and see if the episode shows up somewhere in there.
This is killing me!
[UPDATE] By my clock, it is now 1:45 a.m. on October 8, 2006. In case you're wondering, the episode is still not up. You may be wondering about what brings one to such extremes regarding a simple TV show. I will say that what brings me to that story is what brings any human to any story: it is about the human experience.
Ok, so that sounds a little presumptuous. The fact is, all stories (at least the good ones) are all about the human experience. Essentiallly, what does it mean to be a human? I submit that one of those things is love, however we define it. The beauty of it is that our definition is (by definiton) correct. I love the Dancer, I love MackenzieMom, and I love the next MackenzieMate (whoever that is--it could be anybody).
But back to Galactica. Drama, be it Shakespeare or Wilde, shows us a little bit about what it means to be a person other than ourselves. I urge you to explore that. Reat "The Taming of the Shrew." Read "Much Ado About Nothing." Read "The Importance of Being Earnest." You won't be disappointed. BSG does that. It's a human drama, and I love it for that reason.
Of course, I wouldn't have gotten into it if not for MackenzieMom. Curse you!!
