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Hastrman
Guest
So I was in Wal-Mart with my mother–we were purchasing my little brother’s birthday present–and I happened to glance at the magazines in the checkout counter. And lo, there was Soap Opera Digest, and what it said filled me with vindictive glee, and an inhuman, merciless joy to the depths of my black heart.
Why?
Well, because at the top of the page, in yellow sans serif type, it said three words that vindicated everything I have ever thought or held as a belief.
Those words were:
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA PREVIEW
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, that’s right: it’s official. It’s a soap opera.
(begins rising hysterical, but triumphant, laughter)
Why?
Well, because at the top of the page, in yellow sans serif type, it said three words that vindicated everything I have ever thought or held as a belief.
Those words were:
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA PREVIEW
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, that’s right: it’s official. It’s a soap opera.
(begins rising hysterical, but triumphant, laughter)