Pathology of my “geek streak”:
Ground zero was six years old, the year Star Wars came out. It hit me like a diamond bullet, and my life was forever changed. Years went by, and large dollops of additional science fiction and horror films, video games, science fiction novels and anime were added to the mental stew.
I never grew out of my toys. I’m into the hard stuff now, Japanese robots and monsters. At this point they take up almost all of my closet space. Friends come over and ask why my clean clothes are neatly folded and stacked up on the floor. I tell them they don’t want to know.
I’ve written quite a bit about the toys. Put my name into a search engine and 90% of the hits will have to do with products manufactured for grade-school children. This is something I am dreading once I start doing online dating. Once the lucky girl gets to the point where she knows my real name, it will go into Google, and within seconds I will be on her ignore list.
Occasionally, I attend conventions. Most of my time spent there is spent hunting for merchandise, punctuated by brief sessions where I simply pause and glare at my fellow convention goers. I consider myself a casual geek, a “dabbler,” a different species from these hardcore fanfolks.
I think another Jersey boy summed up my feelings about these events when he said, “I hate people, but I love gatherings.” I keep going, though. Through the magic of the internet, you’ll be coming to some of these conventions with me. Maybe I’ll even get some pictures of these interesting mutations when their backs are turned.
TV was a big part of my life once, but not any more. We just weren’t looking in the same direction any more. Battlestar Galactica and The Shield make the cable fees worth it, though. And Aqua Teen Hunger Force, of course. If my TV is on, it’s usually because I’m watching a DVD or playing a video game.
I think blogs are dumb. I’m also a bit of a hypocrite.
I’m looking forward to sharing with you.