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In case you haven’t noticed, Mr Pharmacist doesn’t have much of an online presence. I kind of cover that for the both of us. Sure, he’s on facebook, and I tried to get him on LJ once, but he just doesn’t seem to enjoy being on the computer after work at all. He’s a telly watcher, and his thing is sc-fi. It’s something we bonded over when we started dating, and he’s particularly been watching variations over the themes of Star Trek and Stargate in the last 3.5 years that we’ve known each other.
He doesn’t like being talked about on the internets, but I think it should be fine to post this because hey – he ain’t gonna read it. And I’m trying to win a piece of a motherfucking actual Stargate prop for him.
Here’s my plea on the site, grammar and spelling errors intact (that’ll teach me to type something big at 1am):
I don’t care about Stargate but I want to get this so bad. But not for me.
Here’s the thing. I have this boyfriend who I live with who I love to absolute pieces, and he is a massive Stargate fan. He’s watched it all, I don’t know how many times. And it was just his birthday. Because I changed jobs and had a salary drop (long boring story), he didn’t allow me to get him a big present for his birthday. I was distraught, because my favourite thing in the world is to give presents to people I love, and being denied running up a massive credit card bill to spoil the man of my dreams was veto’ed and then some, which he can when it was his birthday after all.
So you can see, I need to make this right. He’s got me to promise that I won’t go out and buy him something big, but if I can present to him a piece of the actual mothereffin stargate of glory, then I am not only the best girlfriend ever, and forever and ever, because who could resist a girl that manages to procure a piece of the mothereffin stargate of glory? Just imagine how many disney blu-ray dvd purchases he’ll let slide (and I’m an addict of the fairy dust of Disney, I admit it).
But most importantly I’ll see that massive surprised smile on his face that I adore so much. He’s a little boy in a man body and he lights up like a Christmas tree. Oh, and partially sighted, so he’s got a rough deal in life to begin with, and then now he has me to deal with as well, and I’m high maintenance, baby. But I just want to make him smile. I can’t think of anything that would make him smile than a real goddamn piece of the mothereffin Stargate. As a fellow geek, who just happens to not care for Stargate much, I know what joy that sort of present must bring.
Now, how do I get my hands on some BSG stash for myself.
My readership is limited and I’m sure all of you know me personally. So you know all this is true. I did take a pay-cut, I love giving presents, and Mr Pharmacist is a massive sci-fi geek. And he’s a loving, caring boyfriend who means the world to me. So if you’re registered on io9, please go add a +1 or something to my comment to help me make Mr Pharmacist a shiny happy pie. I’ve tried and failed to get into Stargate, so there’s no doubt that this? Not for me.
Also, if I get this, he’s stuck with me for life, dudes. Who could ever leave a girl who procures a piece of a motherfucking Stargate? No one would ever manage to measure up. Ever.
I admit it, I rarely watch actual television. I’m hardly ever in our lounge, the television set is Mr Pharmacist’s domain. I’m a show downloader, and not by choice.
About ten years ago, I was a passionate Friends fan. Shut up, I loved it. I still kind of do. Chandler and Monica are totally my OTP. But I knew they would get together before the showed aired in Norway, because it was printed in a mainstream newspaper article. If you don’t know me in real life, you probably don’t know my reading speed, which is at a level where I sometimes glance at a page and before my mind registers the spoiler warning, I’ve already read the next line and the spoiler is there. I was very, very vexed about this, because I really, really hate show spoilers. I know lots of people who love to theorize, discuss and find out as much as possible about a show, including reading spoilers, and fair play to you, that’s just not my thing. I need my story to unfold like it’s intended, not by skipping to the end. The emotional pay-off is just so much greater if you’ve followed the character every step.
..oops, that wasn’t the blog post I had intended to write. Anyway, I was so pissed off at being spoiled that I started downloading Friends, so that I could see the episodes as soon as possible after airing time. It’s a habit that’s stuck with me. By now, that’s how I watch television. I am completely incapable of keeping track of show air times on local television, but I know which days my favourite shows air in the US, and look for them the day after. I justify this practice by buying a lot of TV DVD box sets, especially of stuff I really liked, even though I might never watch the DVDs, at least then I’ve paid for the enjoyment. I think that’s only fair, and if I could legally use a service like Hulu, I would happily pay for it. HAPPILY. I already pay for the streaming music service Spotify after all, and I am glad legal streaming music exists here in Europe now.
All that above is simply back story to the true nature of this post (although I bet I’ll be writing about the above in more detail in the future), which is that this week, TV is killing me. Because of the Olympics (I guess), there are no shows.
The Daily Show is on hiatus this week. And then there’s all the other ones:
|Show name||Last episode air date||Next episode air date|
|How I met your Mother||8/2/2010||1/3/2010|
|The Big Bang Theory||8/2/2010||1/3/2010|
I don’t actually watch Stargate Universe, but Mr Pharmacist does – although he once called it Stargate Octopus when he couldn’t remember the name, so Octopus is the house name for the show. I don’t know either, people. And I’m sure readers will put their noses up at a few of these, to which I can only offer a big whatever, dude.
Anyway! Television has effectively STOPPED until March! Dollhouse is over, so is Battlestar Galactica, there’s nothing like Veronica Mars (oh, how I miss you, feisty blonde one) and Heroes stopped being interesting in season 3. At this point I may get desperate and start watching Lost from the beginning – I’ve only seen season 1.
Or I might actually manage to get on top of my studies with all the non-watching of tv show time I have available, GOD. Anything but that! At least Daily Show will be back next week, so at least there’s snarky goodness in my near future. The rest of you, I’ll see you in March. If I don’t die of withdrawal symptoms by then.
Matt Smith has some bloody big boots to fill. And curse you all at the BBC for making me cry like a little baby who lost her teddy bear.
What a fabulous episode. What a brilliant Doctor. What a ride the last three seasons have been. Bravo, Tennant. Bravo.
This has been making the rounds lately, and with good reason. You look at this woman, and you make up your mind about her.. and then she starts to sing. What a voice! I don’t even watch this show, and I want her to win.
ETA: Can’t embed this video, so click the YouTube link instead. YouTube – Susan Boyle – Singer – Britains Got Talent 2009 (With Lyrics).