I haven't been this obsessed since The X-Files

So, Graham and I returned from our 10-day whirlwind vacation (which involved flying Seattle --> Denver --> Tucson --> Dallas --> Rochester --> Chicago --> Seattle) sick sick sick. Like, we were both out of work for an entire week and had to fight over which one of us was going to get out of bed to buy more Kleenex and orange juice sick. Luckily, Graham had the first five episodes of Veronica Mars from Netflix to keep us entertained in between our numerous naps and trips to the doctor.

My childhood friend Tania, who (bless her heart) introduced me to the X-files many years ago, had been urging us to watch the adventures of Neptune High's finest girl detective for a couple of years, but we had just never gotten around to it.

Until two weeks ago, that is. Sick in bed, with nothing better to do, we started watching. We were hooked by the end of the second episode (as often seems to happen when you start a series at the beginning) and proceeded to watch the entire first season over the course of the next week. Then we watched the entire second season last week. Did I mention that we are now almost half way through Season Three? Hell, if it weren't for the fact that my husband just inadvertently blew up our server, erasing all of our photos, documents, movies, music, and VMars eps in the process, that's probably what we would be doing right now.

In case there is any doubt as to the gravity of our VMars obsession:

• We both keep walking around the house singing, "A long time ago, we used to be friends ... Haven't thought of you lately at all," as if it's the most normal thing in the world.
• Also, I had trouble sleeping this past week, which usually only happens when I'm trying to work out some real-world issue in my life. This time, though, I was stressing over what was going to happen to my beloved Wallace after he was caught cheating on his MechE exam, worrying about what was going to happen to my adorable little Weevil if Veronica didn't clear him of the Venetian robbery, and wishing that V and Logan would cut each other some slack and work it out already, so I could sleep happy.
  
• Then, on Thursday, I ran into a colleague in the hallway at work and honestly thought for a minute that she was Veronica. No joke.
  
• Oh, and I also had to fight back tears a few moments ago when I read on a fan site that the show had been canceled. Graham and I only have 12 more episodes to go. Ever.
  

I am fully aware that this level of immersion in a television show is both ridiculous and unhealthy. But I don't care. I just really love the show:

• I love that watching it reminds me of reading Nancy Drew Files as a kid and dreaming of becoming a girl detective some day.
• I love that Veronica is smart, independent, snarky and remarkably flawed ... but still totally down-to-earth and lovable.
• I love the copious pop culture references and no-holds barred social commentary.
• I love that they made us think the entire show revolved around Lilly Kane's murder, but then had Veronica solve it in the final episode of Season One.
  
• I love that, despite it's rocky and at times annoying start, Season Two proved every bit as compelling and obsess-able as Season One.
• I love the theme song (although slightly less so after its "updated for college" version took over in Season Three).
• I love that Veronica has the kind of dad every girl dreams about.
  
• And I really, really love all the supporting characters, especially Wallace, Weevil, Logan, Mac and, of course, Keith.

So, to sum up, I think it's a pretty good show. OKay, I'm done now.