Traveling is fascinating and all, but I found that I don’t particularly like being outside California. Maybe I only feel that way because I travel afar so little. But as much fun as I had on my trip, I kept being pestered by the nagging fact that Other Places pretty much have the same stuff what we do Over Here. Except that Over Here it’s cheaper, and Over Here they have all the stuff that I am familiar with and love.

Like burritos and The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Digging into a delicious burrito laden with veggies, fresh cilantro, and a big goopy pile of guacamole finally made me feel like I was home. I was able to find some guacamole in Wales the night before my flight home. It had peas in it.

I’ll just let that sink in for a bit.

Peas.

I had rather eat nothing than a sad mockery of Mexican food. So tonight that tasty guac-laden tortilla tasted like a bit of heaven. Afterward I flipped on Hulu to catch the last two SCC episodes I missed and ZOMG!! What a body count! What a show! In case that had to be the series finale it wrapped up loose threads nicely. But I still have so many questions. Derek’s dead. Derek’s alive. Cameron’s dead. Cameron’s alive. Is Jesse dead? Is Sarah dying? Where’s John Henry? Did Savannah survive the robocalypse? I was flabbergasted at the number of corpses the show laid out in the final weeks of Season Two, and Derek’s death — coming from the only precise shot ever fired by a Terminator at the chronically bullet-dodging Connor clan — was particularly shocking. I actually stood up in shock, and yelled wtf at my poor Mac when it happened, something that has never happened to me before while watching a TV show.

Please, oh please, ye overlords of the Fox network, can I please have season three?