Today, Netflix delivered unto us the first disc of the second half of the second season of Battlestar Gallatica. We watched both parts of Resurrection Ship tonight. I wave my hands with fangirlish glee. These people are so bloody human, it breaks my heart.
I feel like I should have more to say about it, but, well. Insert fangirlish squealing here.
People who spoil me for the rest of the season will have faecat's lobster of doom sent after them.