Sure, when you put it that way...

"Oh no!" I exclaimed, sitting at my laptop, staring at the screen.

From various points across the room, I'm asked by my mom and sister, What's wrong? Is someone sick? Did the project we just spent several hours working on disappear?

Um, no. "Battlestar Galactice: Razor" premieres tomorrow night, and I won't be home to set the DVR.

Sure, when you compare it to all the other stuff that could go wrong, it's not so bad. But it is a problem. And Scifi.com's being annoying difficult about telling me when they'll air it again.