It first began when Brendan and I had been living together for a few months. We were flopped on our couch, flipping through channels, when he stopped on an episode of Star Trek: Next Generation.
I looked at him, then at the TV, and then back at him.
“Whaaaaat?”*** he whined, a natural response if your spouse is staring at you.
“What’s this?” I asked, nodding to the TV, watching people in bad alien makeup parading around what was clearly a L.A. sound stage meant to look like a faraway planet. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“It’s awesome, really. Don’t you know about the Star Trek drinking game?”
Drinking games were something I did in high school (yes, sorry, Mom and Dad) and college with decidedly non-geeky people: Popular kids and athletes and underachievers who had shaggy hair and said “dude” a lot.
I took this to mean that, perhaps, Star Trek wasn’t as nerdy as I thought.
“OK, I’ll bite. What’s the drinking game?”
“Every time they say a made-up word, take a sip.”
So I tried it, and eventually had to stop playing the drinking game, because about 30 percent of the script is laced with words like “Cardassian,” “holodeck,” and “dilithium.”
But, I kept watching. I was totally entranced by the plot line. Seizing this opportunity, Brendan started ordering Next Generation on Netflix. I quickly became a fan of Captain Jean-Luc Picard. The ultimate man’s man.
Next to arrive was Battlestar Galactica. It’s currently playing on the Sci-Fi channel, and, I must proudly note, has gotten rave reviews (“arguably the most potent, dramatically vibrant series on television”).
We don’t watch it on TV, though, we order it on Netflix, watch four episodes, usually all at once, on Friday nights. That’s right: nerd-style.
The show is about as sci-fi as sci-fi gets, with intense battle scenes between humans and the robot race they created. But the robots have souls, throwing everyone for a loop. And the special effects and the struggle for survival are the hooks. Plus, who doesn’t love watching Edward James Olmos? Or him?
So, this past weekend, we were chilling at our friend Dora’s apartment. Our other friend, Brenda, was there, too. Brenda is a BIG sci-fi fanatic, even going to conventions. Yet, I have to admit, she’s also really cool, funny, and a great storyteller — decidedly non-geeky, even if she goes to singalongs of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (Dora, does too, by the way. )
We got on the subject of our absurdly passionate love of Battlestar when I mentioned how bad-ass it was that Ensign Ro Laren of Star Trek was now guest starring as a ship’s captain on Battlestar. Dora, who is not as geeked out as the rest of us (but has her moments), asked who Ensign Ro was.
“She was what’s known as a Cardassian,” I said.
“BAJORAN!” Brenda and Brendan both shouted at me, correcting me as quickly as possible, that Ensign Ro was, in fact, of the Bajoran race.
Then we all started laughing. Man, we’re nerds, we were all thinking. Now we need to do is start learning Klingon, and our assimilation will be complete.
***All dialogue made up after this point, although author tried to re-enact scenes as real as possible. Her memory is poor.
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