The Battlestar Galactica Syndrome (Microsoft Word doesn’t even acknowledge it); Or, It’s like you’re moving your mouth, but no sound is coming out.

Warning: the next thing I talk about you may read and then instantly forget; take my word for it, it happens.

So my husband and I just got hooked on “Battlestar Galactica.” It turns out, many people have been recommending this show to us for the past few months. We just totally ignored them. And here’s why: It’s called “Battlestar Galactica.” Let me say it again: “Battlestar Galactica.” Now, I’m a fan of Sci-Fi, but even that title is a little too much to bear. And it’s a little sad because it is one of the most engrossing and dramatic shows I’ve seen in a while, maybe ever (no, the time Donna gets held at gunpoint on “90210” and David asks if anything is wrong and she says “no Dave everything is fine, please leave” and he realizes something is wrong because she called him Dave and always calls him David and I always wished for someone in my life that I was close enough to that if I was being held at knifepoint I could call him a different name and he would know something was terribly wrong enough to break down the door and check it out…now that was engrossing and dramatic, but I was twelve). It’s just a really great show, “Battlestar Galactica,” not “90210,” although “90210” has its crazy charm as well. So in conclusion, I may highly recommend that you check out “Battlestar Galactica” sometime, that it is really good and you will thoroughly enjoy yourself, but as soon as I say “Battlestar Galactica,” you will have assumed I was talking about a weird and dumb Sci-fi show and tuned me out, later completely forgetting the fact that we even had a conversation about a television show. It’s the “Battlestar Galactica” Syndrome, and currently there is no cure.

Here’s to anyone who’s ever tried to convince me to watch it.