Frakking Cylons…

So due to issues with an “accounting system upgrade”, the bills for my cable TV/Internet weren’t being paid, and I’ve spent the past two weeks disconnected at home, untethered in the interblag, adrift in the ether. Most of that time I naively thought there was a physical service outage, as nobody bothered to tell me about the billing problem, as though I were somehow left off the list of people who deserved to be made aware of such things. Eventually the problem was fixed when I started kicking butt and taking names… er, making phone calls.

Supposedly nobody is to “blame” for this mistake, it’s just “one of those things”. Whatever. I blame the Cylons.

Oh ya, so I’ve spent most of my well-wasted, disconnected free time going through the first two seasons of BSG on DVD, in anticipation of the season 3 DVD release next week. Awesome show.

That is, when I haven’t been watching the Rockets continue their *20 game* winning streak. I think I’ve missed like maybe 2 or 3 Rockets games since I’ve been in Houston. Every other game I’ve either watched on TV or been to live. So since we haven’t had TV at home, we’ve headed out to the surprisingly-impressive “Fox Sports Grill” down at the Galleria (Albertans – think West Ed, but classier) several times in the past few weeks. By now, they pretty much recognize us by name. Hah, it’s just like Cheers :P

Haha, I have like a half-crush on the bookishly hot, late 20s manager lady who works there. In a parallel universe, a less AFC version of me actually had a conversation with her.

lightweights steppin’ aside when we come in