As I sit here, typing this out, the two men in my life (age 40 and age 10) are ten minutes into their third episode of a self-imposed Star Trek marathon. Not the movies, not the recent TV shows, but the ORIGINAL series and they're so serious about it, they have to turn off all the lights, and I apparently am not allowed to have any light to illuminate my laptop. "Isn't the light from your computer enough," asked the slightly angry, impatient ten-year-old. "Hi. I'm twenty feet away from your TV and I'M BEHIND IT." He got the message and walked away. So, from my vantage point, none of it makes sense and Captain Kirk was a hottie but I'm guessing at this point that is waaay old news.
I am not jealous, mind you. I'm happy they have something that bonds them together like nerd glue. As a nerd myself, I can appreciate it when someone has a similar niche interest, like my obsession with Tricky Dick. I'm happy for the Trekkies in the house, just please let me have a candle to light my way as I write and sip on my Red Blend from Sonoma. Also, I like my alone time probably way more than I should. I'm gonna write this and then act like I'm gonna write something else while I surf the net for shoes I don't need and compare my horoscopes from different sites. I always read that shit at the end of the day and some days are so on point. Maybe tonight's will say, "Live long and prosper."