... your girlfriend, and my girlfriend. And mine is cooler.

HOW COOL is my new girlfriend? I could make one bloody long list, starting with the fact that she once purposely wrote an essay about Superman and ending with the fact that she can probably kick your ass in Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon... plus, she's the self-proclaimed Susie Derkins to my Calvin (minus all of the violent snowball slinging)(give us a chance, we haven't been around the snow yet). Knowing that I'm a bit smitten right now, I'll spare you the romantic drivel - but contemplate if you will the following actual conversation:

ME: Hi, baby! How's your day going?
GF: Well, apparently my space battles aren't explosive enough.
ME: Um... huh?
GF: ... I'm doing something for Babylon-5 and I've got all these spaceships flying around and I'm trying to make it look really exciting, but... my boss says he wants it to be more "explosive." What does that even mean?
ME: You are the coolest girlfriend ever. Seriously.
GF: I need a margarita.

This was a natural segway into convincing her that we need to watch Star Wars for research purposes, which she was of course amenable to because of, you know, the whole "coolest girlfriend ever" thing. I feel badly that I've got the only model in production, but not badly enough to ever let her go. So neener, neener.