Stargate fixation...

My daughter is a geek.

She's proud of this state of geekiness. Revels in it. She's an IB student, about to go into Grade 12, spends six days out of seven in the pool, training with her swim team, spends most of her time with her nose in a book.

MOST of her time.

Lately, however, I've noticed she's been drawn to the dark side. Her inner geek is being sucked dry by a Stargate fixation. She's taken to buying entire seasons, planning her life around the next re-run and locking into the final episode that ran this week. She happily reported to me that she is not sad the final season is over, as there are at least two movies planned.



Now, I remember Kurt Russell running through the very first Stargate what seems like eons ago. Not a bad movie, as I recall. But was it the substance from which 8 or 9 seasons of a tv show could emerge like bacteria on agar? Apparently so.


I don't know if I am alone, here, in saying that this particular fixation is a mystery to me. I feel so sad for the guy forced to wear the '80's glasses into the new millennium. It hurts me to see Richard Dean Anderson morphing into William Shatner. And maybe I'm crazy, but I have to say I'm very relieved they at least let the guy with the little gold issue on his forehead grow his hair for the final season...

~kc