A friendship is a relationship. It matters.
Yes, yes, YES! Friendship matters. Lovers should be friends first, both in the temporal sense and in the sense of what matters most. And the writers can often even handle friendship, as opposed to lurve, which they can't handle much at all. (Doesn't Martin Gero have a girlfriend? I mean, really, if I hadn't seen pictures of him with a woman on Mallozzi's blog, I'd think maybe he didn't even know any women beyond acquaintanceship!)

Bill Nye and Neil de Grasse Tyson made me happy, and watching Rodney usually makes me happy and did in spite of the writing last night, so I'm mostly just pretending that certain moments of the show didn't happen. Didn't happen at all. On the plane? What? Just snuggling. Honest. I'm sure of it. I know that if I had nearly died and were still wet or even kinda damp under a blanket, snuggling is what I'd want. (Nearly as much as I'd want to change my clothes before I got on the frigging plane! "No, just use the jet for someone else, and I'll go to the nearest Target and get some pants and a top. Warm ones. Dry ones.")

I think the rubber band gun is too good for Martin Gero at this point. BH says a paintball gun will hurt more. I need to upgrade.