So I’ve been off the grid for the past couple of days due to funk. And not the fun kind that comes down from Parliament, either. Now I’ve got to play catch-up. Which brings to my 9th thing to be thankful for…
I am extremely thankful to work in a job that has sick days as a benefit. They make so much sense. This is especially true for me as I have a handful of health issues that must be addressed from time to time. Plus, there is a great deal of legitimacy to the idea of a “mental health” day. Some days–you just got the funk and you’re not going to do anybody any favors by going to work. May as well stay home and ride it out.
I love the new Battlestar Galactica reboot. I still haven’t finished watching it, but I watched the first two seasons and totally got what they were going for and thought them pretty brave for stretching into new territory.
But what I’m talking about being thankful for is the old BSG–the one where Starbuck would later become Face and they had a stupid Muppet-esque dog. Where you knew who the Cylon was because he and two of his buddies were usually staring you down with a beam of red LED flashing in front of your fear-stricken face.
Why am I thankful? Because it was with this show that I first remember dreaming of being a space pilot. My bike became a Viper. With my allowance I bought a cheap-ass plastic helmet that kind of looked like the one that Apollo wore. My dad used to work drywall and would take my brother and I with him to jobs during the summer. At the building sites, I remember using the little plastic electric wire caps that kind of looked like they had wings to play like I was a Viper pilot.
So, thanks, BSG, for opening the door to my imagination so long ago and giving me so many fond memories.