I admit I have a little too much time on my hands when it comes to watching television and playing on the computer. The Star Trek obsession started during pregnancy (pre-diagnosis), when all I could do was work and come home and lay on the couch until bedtime. My geeky husband was thrilled to watch every episode of TNG with me, and I craved it like most women need pickles and ice cream.
I am madly in love with Captain Picard, whose bald head just begs to be rubbed like Buddha’s belly. Come to think of it, that is about the time hubby started shaving his head. There is something about a man who takes that control over his destiny, with a razor and some shaving cream, that just oozes sexy! The British accent doesn’t hurt.
Star Trek gave us laptops, iPads, medical scanning devices, and an acceptance of diversity. And William Shatner! What would the world be like without William Shatner? I don’t want to imagine.
One of these days I’m going to make the hubby take me to a Star Trek Convention. Really. What better way to seal a perfectly geeky marriage?
