indemic indeed

Every once in a while I derail a conversation. Sometimes it happens when my brother and I are talking about a part of a movie that seemed to make no sense to him because the script presents information as factual that is incongruous with what he knows. For example, the verse that the Padre quotes in Stigmata about breaking open a stone and finding Christ there. It does not appear in the canonical Catholic Bible but it is presented as scripture and as fact. Both of which it is. So, as I am still reading something that his wife gave me, I am also explaining that the verse comes from the Gospel of Thomas which is an apocraphal book containing simple lines of what in our era would be considered "The Quoteable Jesus" published by the same people who bring you "______________for Dummies". Had I remembered how much it freaks him out when I do that I would not have explained who wrote it, where it was found and described the language that it was written in (aramaic, for those of you keeping score at home) and that a recent publication has stirred controversy within and without the Roman catholic community on its standards of translation and dissemination. It's a very Sheldon thing to do. And when I do it I have a very Data way of speaking that I used to be unaware of. But what really derails things is that he'll just look at me like he just watched aliens blow up the White House. I usually snap back into my own weird brain and say "What?" To which he says. "How do you know that?" And then I really freak him out.... "Because I have a copy." And sometimes it happens when the gang at work is discussing the whole Mayan prophecy thing. Which happens with more frequency as we approach the great cosmic restart button. Invariably someone mentions asteroids and planet X and before I realize what I am doing, I've launched into a mini lecture with footnotes on Apophis, Nibiru, Hoagland's theories on the Martian Monuments and something derogatory said about the current Minister of Antiquities in Cairo. "How do you know all that?" And at that point I only manage a cleverly inarticulate "Um...." before I hide behind the veil of red curls I've cultivated expressly for that purpose.
I hate to do that. It has become such an automated feature that I'm at the end of the mini lecture before I realize that a part of me, the Leonard Hofstader part of me, is screaming at me to shut up. One of the reasons that I am still single is that I do it on dates. Granted they are just coffee dates and most of them have been eliminated from round two before they order their drink based on the feeling I get from their energy and chakras. I've been out with more people in the last 6 months who think geeks are awesome, who want a trekkie girl, than I thought existed on the face of the planet. But I think they are expecting a Deanna Troi and hoping for a little Tasha Yar and not the quirky mix of Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson, Data and Sheldon. I know no one is expecting a Sheldon Cooper.
[facepalm]
I curse my indemic memory

wow. speaking of blowing up the White House. Pandora is now playing the main theme from Independence Day... what a funny funny Universe.