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Deeper and Deeper 2

I've written before how some of my nerdy tendencies lead to some hilarity with the Mild Wife. Sometimes, she pushes me further down the rabbit hole by getting me a 20-sided die, but sometimes, she dips a toe into the waters by getting really into the Lord of the Rings movies. This blog post is an example of the latter.

Now, it's worth mentioning that the Mild Wife's short-hand term for all of this is "Star Trek." She basically equates that show with all things nerd. Say you are interested in science fiction; that's "Star Trek." Like movies with an element of fantasy to them? Star Trek. Are you a software developer? Star Trek. It's basically become one of those running jokes that means something as soon as it it uttered, usually with quite a bit of laughter in tow.

Well, I was sitting at work, minding my own business, when I got a text message from the Mild Wife:


I laughed as soon as I got this, in part because I have been the person on the phone before. Turning a device on and off again does actually help sometimes, as crazy as it sounds. However, given the context of the having a Star Trek character on the right panel, it was doubly funny to me. Remember, the Mild Wife sent this to me unprompted. She wasn't just dipping her toe into the water, this was plunging right in.

The cherry on top, though, was the caption that came along with it. Roughly paraphrased, she said, "I'm ashamed of myself for knowing why this is funny." I practically howled with delight. At this rate, the Mild Wife is going to be having full-on discussions about whether Undiscovered Country was a better movie than Wrath of Khan or not. Star Trek, indeed.

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