Jami Needs a Sheldon

I don't know if you watch Big Bang Theory. If you know and love geeks, you should be. If you don't watch the show, the following post may make less sense. I want Sheldon. Not in the biblical sense, or anything like that. I want him as a sort-of pet. I want him to live in my house and say the brilliant things he says and just be him. Yes, I know he is a fictional character, but that's okay. I tend to get crushes on particular characters, not the actors who play them, but this isn't a crush, it's like the way you feel when you see an adorable baby animal on TV that's really not a domesticated animal, but you want one anyway because they're so dang cute, like a cheetah cub or polar bear. See, I get Sheldon and I think his complete lack of social awareness, combined with his brilliance and natural paranoia is adorable. Frequently he says something that is so exactly what I think that I stop the show and say "YES!" or "See??" to the Husband. In this week's episode Sheldon points out that if there are Terminators from the future coming back to destroy certain people, that to disguise them as actors who play Terminators would be the best and most insidious way to insert them into society and I stopped TiVo to say to the Husband "He is absolutely right!! This is why I have been warning you about the robots!! That is absolutely brilliant!" So, if you want the Big Bang Theory and think that there is nothing wrong with how Sheldon behaves because it's exactly what you would do, let's get together. You can live here for minimal rent, occasionally fixing my computer or improving upon our home theatre equipment and I'll learn all your rules and enforce them with my less than enthusiastic family. It's a win-win for you and me, and the Husband will learn to deal. OH - and I just looked back through my previous blogs and realized that I've never warned you, for real, about the robots. Aliens - yes, robots - no. I'll have to get to that one day soon.