LAST night, while we were watching Battlestar Galactica, my wife turned to me and said ‘you love sci-fi, don’t you’.
As I have written, it was not a question, but a simple statement of fact, delivered in a tone of voice that was not enthusiastic or approving, but instead one of weary resignation and faint glimmers of understanding.
I looked back at her, fixing her with the same stare I used when explaining why I wanted a lightsaber for Christmas, and said ‘yes, I do, but not as much as I love you.’
As Pam left the room a few minutes later, I realised that there in a sentence was a microcosm of my life – balancing the real world of family, jobs and responsibility with the place where some people say Frak and others fly the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs.
Because yes, I do love sci-fi, but not to the point where I want to end up sitting alone in my underpants in a bedsit, obsessing over which convention to attend with my new buddies from the internet chatroom.
(I originally wrote shatroom there by mistake, which would be a cool name for a William Shatner forum, if anyone is setting one up.)
So in this blog, I will be sharing my thoughts – such as they are – on sci-fi stuff in whatever form.
In the coming weeks, that will no doubt include ruminations on many of my favourite films, books and even records, as well as when sci-fi leaks out into the real world.
I hope you enjoy it.
I also love sci, but I do not love Fi, as she is a head worker.