It's not funny if I have to explain it.

I was in a coma. Seriously. For the last two weeks I was lying in some hospital bed with tubes and IVs sticking in me. How else could I explain my absence from blogging for so long? There's just no other way. Coma. It's obvious.

In one of my coma-inducing classes, we were looking at different genres and listing them all. I distinctly remember doing this in grade eight, and here we are, more than a decade later and in a third year uni course, looking at genres, but it was an easy-enough process. Jules and I were laughing at some of the silliness, especially when it comes to sex. For example:

Genre number of people having sex.

Comedy - one person.
Romance - two people.
Thriller - three people.
Fantasy - four people.
Mystery - four people in masks.
Utopian - five people.
Sci-fi - five people and an alien.
Horror - five aliens and one person.
Young fiction - zero people.

We're totally mature :P And we're about to have degrees, proving that we're mature :P

In other news, I am totally bummed that Foxtel is no longer putting Battlestar Galactica on. It was an awesome show and still has another season worth of episodes that should be shown, but Foxtel are playing silly buggers. What gives??? Soon I'll be in Melbourne and away from Foxtel and I won't be able to see what happens to Adama and the others! You know what I'll have to do then? Watch it all online. You give me no other choice, Foxtel. Either give me what I want or I'll go and find it. For free. Without commercials.

And everyone remember to wish Andrea a happy birthday on Monday.