geektastics.

It is an all-out war in my house right now. A war between packing, writing, cleaning/laundry, reading, basic elements of survival (i.e. survival)* and GEEKtastics.
(*at first, I was going to put "i.e. eating" here, but "survival (i.e. survival)" cracked me up, and totally fits the theme, anyway.)

Geektastics: similar to gymnastics, in that one accomplishes harrowing feats of prowess not manageable by just anyone... only, in this version, it's the atrophied, costumed step-cousin of gymnastics. And all of the harrowing feats happen in your imagination (where else?).

Every once in a while, I ponder, in complete love and with no regret, "Where would I be if I hadn't married this particular person?" Well, surely not anywhere that I'd want to be more than right here, on this couch, snuggling with my blond, scruffly-headed husband, and TOTALLY GEEKING OUT to:

OH MY PANTS, BATTLESTAR GALACTICA.
I have to admit, when I first saw this on The Office:

I doubted I'd ever watch. I mean, it was a Dwight joke. Then again, Dwight was all about LOST, too, and gracious knows how I devoured that one. So, here it is, world. My husband and I are currently drooling over a Sci Fi show (well, I'm drooling; he's far less dramatic), in wedded, nerdy bliss. Witness an exchange from earlier today:

Husby: I'm coming home early!

Me: Yay! Why?

Husby: I'm exhausted and I wasn't getting anything done, anyway. I need to take a nap.

**three episodes and no naps later**

Husby: Little did you know, I actually came home to watch Battlestar Galactica.

Me: *so proud*

Afterthought: We still need to pack, though.

(So much for my "less Netflix" goal.)