Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

GUYS GUYS THE PLAN IS TONIGHT! THE PLAN!!!

I know. This is no where near as exciting as it could be, seeing as... I own the DVD. But still! On TV! THE PLAN YOU GUYS.

And, also, I think I'm the only person watching Burn Notice, but I shouldn't be. It is excellent. And I'm not just saying that because my TV girlfriend Tricia Helfer has a minor arc (which should be much, much larger, because her sexual tension with Michael is amazing. AMAZING.) It's a fun spy show that's informative and witty and fun. Plus, Bruce Campbell is delightful, always. And Fiona is the awesomest crazy girl to love since Kara Thrace.

The only other thing I have to note is that two nights ago, Melissa and I went to dinner, and we were talking in french, as is our wont. This time, we were talking about- and I am not kidding- Cylons and their ability to reproduce- among other things, of course. But mainly Cylon babies, and why resurrection was necessary if they could have babies (this, of course, from Melissa.) So we're chatting about babies and Cylons (and Cylonnes) and wondering how to pronounce Helo in french, when suddenly the woman next to us, who is paying her bill, looks at us and says "it's so nice to hear French."

Like, of course. We sometimes have relatively intelligent conversation, and of course we get overheard speaking french by someone who speaks it. Offf course.