What the Frak?!?
Posted by Caren Crane Feb 3 2013, 1:46 am
Y’all already know that I am slow. Beyond slow, more like the gimpy snail who can barely keep moving. Seriously. I am years – YEARS – behind everyone else when it comes to movies and television shows. I don’t like to get hooked on TV shows because I never want to commit to watching something at a certain time on a certain day. We are both too broke and, let’s face it, too cheap to spend money on a DVR.
I get my television and most of my movie content from Netflix. They don’t usually have things quickly, so I of ten see things LONG after other people have forgotten they exist. Enter mine and my husband’s latest obsession: Battlestar Galactica. For those who never watched the much-beloved show, it ran on US TV from 2004 – 2009. I had many – MANY – friends who were huge fans of the series. They talked about it, bought t-shirts, had show-watching parties with fellow BSGers. The word “frak” quickly became party of everyday conversations at work and while socializing. I never watched it. Not even one episode. It’s been on Netflix for quite a while now. So long, in fact, that my husband has watched the entire series already. Even though he was watching it, I didn’t get interested.
But then, as so often happens to me, I became intrigued. You see, I was watching an episode of Portlandia (an amazingly hilarious show, btw) on Netflix and they did a skit where a couple became so obsessed with watching Battlestar Galactica that they lost their jobs, their utilities were turned off and they almost lost their house. Then they found the writer of the show (or someone with the same name, anyway) and forced him to write a new episode. They gathered up cast members who lived in Portland (including Admiral Adama!) to act out the new script. Not only did that make me laugh out loud, but it made me dead curious. What sort of spell did this show cast on people? So I queued up the pilot and began to watch. And watch. And watch some more.
It’s been a little over a week and tonight I was tweaking a little because I really wanted to watch BSG when we got home from a Chrysalis event, but I needed to write a blog post. Except…our server for Romance Bandits was down (you may have noticed!). So I couldn’t write my blog post. So I sat down, innocently enough, and queued up Season 3, Episode 19, Crossroads Part 1. It was riveting stuff, complete with a huge, controversial political trial and exciting developments in the fleet’s efforts to find the Ionian nebula, from which they hoped to navigate to Earth. Then I queued up Crossroads Part 2. It grew tenser and wilder and more nail-biting with each scene and THEN…the last five minutes came. People, it BLEW MY FRAKKING MIND!
I will not post spoilers, but I will say that the writers of that show should be given every award known to mankind for exceptional writing, plotting and risk-taking. In a matter of minutes, they ripped aside a number of curtains and showed us a Big Reveal that exceeded even my seriously-elevated expectations. If only I could write like that. It was one of those defining moments that made me feel like I know nothing about writing and also made me want to light a candle at the altar of the BSG writing gods. They picked up my world, turned it upside down and shook the living stew out of it! And there’s more to come!! I am in sheer awe.
Naturally, all my friends who have been trying to get me to watch BSG for YEARS are laughing themselves silly! Which sort of made me wonder…why AM I so frakking slow? When 100 people (a very conservative estimate) tell me how Amazingly, Stupendously Awesome something is, why am I so hesitant to watch it or read it or listen to it? Because it isn’t just Battlestar Galactica. I have put off reading wonderful books. Seeing delightful movies. Listening to music that is a feast for my senses and a joy. Why can’t I just hop on board and enjoy the ride with everyone else? Maybe I’m just contrary. Obstinate. My mother would probably agree with that. My husband, too, come to think of it. Fact remains, until it is my idea, I’ll have none of it. None.
I like to think that I am not simply bull-headed. That maybe there is a perfectly logical reason that does not involve me needing years of therapy or a frontal lobotomy. But after tonight’s mind-blowing, story-twisting, epic turnabout on BSG , I just don’t know anymore. Heck, I didn’t even have a phone I could text on until last summer. Late adopter, Bandita Buddies. Late, late and once again late.
What about you? Do you tend to leap on things your friends recommend or do you keep your careful distance, waiting until the time is right? If you’re an early adopter of suggestions, what is it that compels you to do so? Having common ground or shared interests? Wanting to be “in the know”? If you’re a snail like me, what holds you back? Help me unwind my psyche, please! Otherwise, I’ll be spending years in therapy trying to change my snail-like ways. What the frak?!?
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