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General Hospital in Space

I have mentioned it on a few occasions, but I watch some Star Trek every now and again. I've actually stopped to think about why I've picked that particular show to watch, and it comes down to the fact that it's episodic and that there's a little nostalgia tied up in it. That's it, really. I can watch it in small chunks if I need to, and I don't miss out on a key detail if I turn my head away for a few seconds. That makes it a good companion if I'm washing dishes or if I'm concentrating on something else.

These days, I have a bit more free time since the Mild Wife and I are staying home. So, I've been filling that free time with a bit more hobby time. Inevitably, this has led to an increase in crocheting, among other things. As you can probably guess, this has also meant an increase in Star Trek viewing. I am currently watching Voyager as I work on my latest project.

Like I said before, part of me does get a kick out of reliving some of the stories I'd only casually paid attention to in my youth. It's different watching Seven of Nine be stubborn as an adult than as a kid; I recognize more nuance and I can appreciate the character growth much more as someone who has a bit more life experience. On top of that, there are some storylines that I just plain forgot about, and it's fun to rediscover those.

As a side effect of my increased viewership, however, the Mild Wife overhears more Star Trek now than she used to. As I mentioned before, she doesn't have an objection to it, but she also has a much more objective view point. All she has to go off of is what she hears, not even what she sees. As a result, she has noted that some of the storylines are eerily similar to those in a typical soap opera. For example, when there's a love interest for one of the characters, she's like, "I know this plot! I've heard it on General Hospital.'" I also distinctly remember her saying the same thing about the episode where an alien swaps bodies with one of the crew members.

It's become a running gag, and anytime she hears a plot line that's even remotely soap opera-like, she will make sure to point it out. Apparently, I have been watching the sci-fi version of a soap opera all this time. Who knew?

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