I consider my self somewhat of a dork, (not as self-righteous as a nerd, needier for acceptance than a dweeb) so my heart has always gone out to geeks. God bless ‘em. Sure, they walk among us, but their hearts are really far away battling on the fields of middle earth or hunting sand worms on the desert planet Arakkis. They’re good, well meaning folk, and there are more of them around then you may realize.
There was this regular looking dude I worked with, tanned and blond like Laird Hamilton. Ladies enjoyed his company, and so did fellas (I mean, you know, for hanging out). Then one day there’s regular dude on the front page of the local newspaper’s Life section. Dude is waiting in line for the final Star Wars movie two weeks before it opens. Most self-respecting geeks stopped lining up after the super-gyp that was Episode One. The guy was a supergeek hiding among us.
So, clearly geeks are making great inroads into the mainstream culture. But then two geeks get together. One fires up his light saber, the other opens her pod bay doors and they have a kid. And then they do this to the poor lad.
Never gave him a fighting chance. See ya at the next Comic Con, little Padawan.
