glued to the TV, and proud of it

I was soundly rebuked last night by my friend H. for my television-watching practices. He had called Tuesday night, and I didn't answer the phone because I was watching Battlestar Galactica.

(See, I really don't much *like* talking on the phone, and if there's something I want to see on television, I *definitely* don't want to be talking on the phone. I could answer it, but I'd only be wishing whoever-it-is (no matter how beloved) would hurry up and let me go so I don't miss a climactic moment. I might even get kinda pissed at whoever-it-is (no matter how beloved). And I don't like to be pissed at my friends, so I just let the machine get it.)

Anyhow, it wasn't just the fact that I didn't answer the phone because of a television show that had him razzing me, it was that it was *Battlestar Galactica*. "At least it could've been Angels in America," he said.

Then he *completely* redeemed himself/blew his high-brow image by confessing to a huge crush on the original Starbuck (and hey, Dirk Benedict was eminently crushable)! I felt kinda bad telling him the new Starbuck is a woman.