You know, lately I've been coming to terms with a very, very cold reality: I am a geek. No, truly. I am. For many years, I've harbored this delusion that... well, that I'm not really a geek, I just happen to share many of the geek community's interests. After all, geeks are unhygenic, socially inept, and generally awkward to be around. And... hah... that isn't me, is it? Well?
But, I can deny it no longer. While I may have the slightest advantage over your run-of-the-mill geek in the department of social decorum, it doesn't change the fact that I'm an un-athletic, 26-year-old comic book fan with an embarrassingly off-kilter knowledge base. For example... I could easily tell you who wrote and pencilled the latest issue of X-Men comics, detailing their career highlights and upcoming projects. I could not, however, name more than 5 players in the NBA. I could tell you who the director of photography on the 2001 art film "The Man Who Wasn't There" was and why I believe his camerawork to be brilliant... but, I don't have the first clue who won the Super Bowl two years ago. I could tell you who portrayed the voice of Megatron in the 1980's cartoon Transformers, but I couldn't replace the sparkplugs in my car to save my life. Speaking of my car, it's a mess. I have no fashion sense at all. I wear glasses instead of contacts. I live 3 blocks from the beach and I've never been surfing. I KEEP AN ONLINE BLOGGER, for crying out loud!
So, screw it! I'm heretofore committed to being proud of my geekhood! I have a job I love, a beautiful wife, and I live in the greatest place on Earth. And, yes, I'm a GEEK. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the comic shop to pick up the latest issue of Batman (Jim Lee is currently drawing it, you see, and I've read great things about it on the message boards I frequent).
So, nyah.
...
Oop, and before I go, be sure to look at the latest script: The Boogy Woogy. You'll either get it or you won't. Title suggested by Matthew Wolfe, a fine young man currently on the mend from a little disease called Heartbreak. Women! Who need's 'em, Matt!
But, I can deny it no longer. While I may have the slightest advantage over your run-of-the-mill geek in the department of social decorum, it doesn't change the fact that I'm an un-athletic, 26-year-old comic book fan with an embarrassingly off-kilter knowledge base. For example... I could easily tell you who wrote and pencilled the latest issue of X-Men comics, detailing their career highlights and upcoming projects. I could not, however, name more than 5 players in the NBA. I could tell you who the director of photography on the 2001 art film "The Man Who Wasn't There" was and why I believe his camerawork to be brilliant... but, I don't have the first clue who won the Super Bowl two years ago. I could tell you who portrayed the voice of Megatron in the 1980's cartoon Transformers, but I couldn't replace the sparkplugs in my car to save my life. Speaking of my car, it's a mess. I have no fashion sense at all. I wear glasses instead of contacts. I live 3 blocks from the beach and I've never been surfing. I KEEP AN ONLINE BLOGGER, for crying out loud!
So, screw it! I'm heretofore committed to being proud of my geekhood! I have a job I love, a beautiful wife, and I live in the greatest place on Earth. And, yes, I'm a GEEK. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the comic shop to pick up the latest issue of Batman (Jim Lee is currently drawing it, you see, and I've read great things about it on the message boards I frequent).
So, nyah.
...
Oop, and before I go, be sure to look at the latest script: The Boogy Woogy. You'll either get it or you won't. Title suggested by Matthew Wolfe, a fine young man currently on the mend from a little disease called Heartbreak. Women! Who need's 'em, Matt!
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