A semi-regular glance at this blog would suggest that it is about:
Jesus, poetry, family and friends, and reflections on a small, happy life.
Jesus, poetry, family and friends, and reflections on a small, happy life.
It's not.
It's about what brings me joy.
And I wrestled with posting about this because I prefer to pretend
I only love everything above.
But:
I only love everything above.
But:
I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA.
The Sci-fi show that ran from 2004-2008.
I am so deeply enamored, on so many levels
that I've been alternately embarrassed/concerned.
IS THIS NORMAL?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!
First of all,
it's a TV show.
I like relaxing to Grey's or Bones on Netflix like the next girl,
but I've certainly never considered buying posters of my favorite shows' casts to hang in my house...
before now.
Second of all,
It's called BATTLESTAR GALACTICA.
HELLO.
THIRD of all...
I am IN LOVE. ENAMORED.
(I started to write "obsessed", but that gives the wrong image. I've been obsessed with unpleasant things before. This is a happy and joyful obsession.)
Like, I've journaled about it IN MY PRAYER JOURNAL twice in the last ten days.
I brought it up as an example in class.
...I have on more than occasion had to catch myself before I started talking about it in response to the question "What's new".
Weird. Pathetic?
Right?!
I was reassured, however, during one of my many recent google searches about the show's history (are you seeing this?!), to discover that this is apparently a common phenomenon.
All of my (normal, thoughtful, engaged-in-life) friends who've seen it immediately validated my experience.
"Oh, of course you're obsessed. That's what happens."
"We lost months of our life to that show. It was great."
"So have you reached the Battlestar-evangelist phase yet?"
(at which point I pulled out my phone and showed them the multiple texts I'd sent to multiple friends that day begging them to start watching it.)
THIS SHOW IS MAGIC.
I'm in love! I'm in love! And I don't care who knows it!
So.
My spring-in-small-town-Oregon life...
is filled with lit candles, rising bread dough made with home-grown herbs,
sewing projects and walks past vineyards and small children doing crafts upstairs and friends over for dinner.
And in my home, right next to the fresh flowers in a vase on the windowsill and the twinkly lights strung all over...
you very well may soon see a giant poster of the Battlestar cast, hung up with pride.
(Do you think I should tattoo one of Kara Thrace's quotes on my body somewhere? Oh gosh I just love her.)
(I started to write "obsessed", but that gives the wrong image. I've been obsessed with unpleasant things before. This is a happy and joyful obsession.)
Like, I've journaled about it IN MY PRAYER JOURNAL twice in the last ten days.
I brought it up as an example in class.
...I have on more than occasion had to catch myself before I started talking about it in response to the question "What's new".
Weird. Pathetic?
Right?!
I was reassured, however, during one of my many recent google searches about the show's history (are you seeing this?!), to discover that this is apparently a common phenomenon.
All of my (normal, thoughtful, engaged-in-life) friends who've seen it immediately validated my experience.
"Oh, of course you're obsessed. That's what happens."
"We lost months of our life to that show. It was great."
"So have you reached the Battlestar-evangelist phase yet?"
(at which point I pulled out my phone and showed them the multiple texts I'd sent to multiple friends that day begging them to start watching it.)
THIS SHOW IS MAGIC.
I'm in love! I'm in love! And I don't care who knows it!
So.
My spring-in-small-town-Oregon life...
is filled with lit candles, rising bread dough made with home-grown herbs,
sewing projects and walks past vineyards and small children doing crafts upstairs and friends over for dinner.
And in my home, right next to the fresh flowers in a vase on the windowsill and the twinkly lights strung all over...
you very well may soon see a giant poster of the Battlestar cast, hung up with pride.
(Do you think I should tattoo one of Kara Thrace's quotes on my body somewhere? Oh gosh I just love her.)
2 comments:
I had the exact same thing happen to me last month when I was home sick with the fever! I marathoned the entire thing in my week-long feverish haze. COMPLETELY worth it.
em, this post just made me laugh so hard. i read excerpts to andrew as i went. also im feeling sick today and i may just start watching it...
love, claire
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