Arrgh! If this goes on for another week or so, I'm going to get to the point where I jump up and down and scream if anyone so much as mentions Babylon 5. Which, given that it's one of my favourite pieces of television and has managed to come closer to turning me into a sad fanboy than anything else I can think of, would be a terrible shame.

My second replacement set of season 3 arrived in the post this morning. Black Star had not messed about; it was enclosed in two padded envelopes, wrapped in bubblewrap inside that, held together with a rubber band under that, and additional bubblewrap had been placed between the folding disc holders to make quintuply sure it didn't rattle around in transit. I was impressed.

Unfortunately, one disc was still not properly seated. I'm confident that Black Star's extreme precautions had prevented it rattling around while in the post to me, but I suspect it had rattled a little bit before it reached Black Star in the first place, because it still had two small scratches on it. And it's the same disc as one of the scratched ones in the first replacement set, which means I can't even put together a clean set by exchanging discs between the two!

These scratches are pretty small, though, and might be harmless. I'm probably going to have to watch disc 3 again this evening to make sure. And that irritates me in itself, because at this rate I'm going to have watched the whole season several times in a stupid order by the time I get round to showing it to my friends – and that means that doing that won't be nearly as much fun for me as I'd intended it to be.

I'm sure I shouldn't be this upset; it's only a TV series, after all. But it makes me very angry that what ought to have been a source of nothing but pleasure, for me and for four or five other people, has instead stretched into a two-week stress trip and completely spoiled my fun. And it makes me angrier still that I can't rant at the people who are actually responsible for the problem, because Black Star aren't them.