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People ask you to call them when your plane lands, and you pick
up the phone and report that you're "down and safe."
Your local cosmetics-company representative asks you if you're
interested in buying Avon and the only thing you can think of is the
slave market in "Assassin."
You seriously consider naming your children after B7 characters.
You do name your pets after B7 characters.
The code to your safe/security system is the numerical coding
for "narcissus."
You refer to a pencil as a "graphite writing stick."
You read A History and Critical Analysis of Blake's 7 and
exclaim "He calls that a critical analysis? Now, I could write
you a critical analysis!"
You write papers on the show for your college English class.
...and get an A.
You spend the entire day that you'd set aside for housecleaning
writing a B7 story instead because you woke up at 2 AM with a perfect line
of dialog in your head.
The picture of Avon on your wall is bigger than the picture
of your parents.
You're watching Lexx, and it suddenly occurs to you
that Kai is a mutoid!
You spend as much money on zines as on food.
You find yourself using quotes from B7 ("Some days are better
than others, Section Leader"; "A man who trusts can never be betrayed";
"You know you are always safe with me") in casual conversation.
...with people who've never seen the show.
...and they're so used to it, they don't even notice.
You force your friends to watch the show starting at the first
season while you continuously drop tantalizing hints about "Blake."
You have a strange urge to dress in black leather with studs,
or in a shirt with big puffy sleeves.
You are ready at a moment's notice to give an extended lecture
on "Why Avon Stayed", "Was Destroying Star One Morally Right?" or "Why
'Duel' is a better episode than 'Arena.'"
You rate the songs you hear on the radio by how well the lyrics
fit with B7.
You like to pretend to shoot people with your curling iron.
You're constantly wondering which of the people around you
is secretly spying for the Federation.
You lock your keys in the car, and your first thought is "Man,
I wish Vila were here."
You wish you could get your computer to grovel like Slave.
You've actually started keeping track of the changes in Soolin's
hairstyle.
You lie awake nights wondering why none of the crew came down
with the disease in "Killer," where all the time went that was supposed
to have elapsed between "Space Fall" and "Cygnus Alpha," or why the Altas
would have a room full of flashy costumes on their Deep Space Vehicle.
You've come up with an elaborate science-fictional theory explaining
why Travis suddenly looks different in "Weapon."
You're beginning to think that Servalan might be a good role
model.