My family watches tv. In fact, we watch a lot of tv.

I’ve always been less than fond of the crap that passes for humor on tv- I don’t find laugh tracks and off-color situations in 25,000 variations funny. So, I never thought I’d say, “let’s watch tv.”

But… there are some shows I adore.

And, I’ve realized, what they all have in common is a certain…geek factor.

Mythbusters? Heck, yeah. Things blowing up, jokes about things blowing up, and, oh, yeah, MORE stuff blowing up. In a scientific way. Kerblooey!

Dirty Jobs? Heheheh. Okay, squeezing poop out of day old chicks may not amuse you, but…yeah. It’s funny as hell to me.

And, my family’s current favorite?

Big Bang Theory! All I can say is, we live with Sheldon. In fact, each of us is a little Sheldon-ish in our own unique way.

Me: That’s my spot. Where all things are perfect, and the world is in alignment. In a Cartesian graph, it is  my “0 -0-0″.

Hubby: “Look! I can turn on the lights by sending a signal through the internet and around the world!”

Eldest: “Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur, happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr.”

Middle: No personal boundaries. None. She’ll discuss anything. Anywhere.

Son: “Bazinga!!!” (As he recites pi to 15 decimal points)

I want to go play in a giant ball pit, and pretend the balls are electrons. I want to have a roommate contract that specifies that if there is ever a zombie apocalypse, my family will not kill me if I get bitten by a zombie.

Does that make us a family of geeks?

God, I hope so!