In a recent conversation about backhanded compliments, I thought of one of my favorite responses: "You say 'weird' as if it's a bad thing." I enjoy being weird, although eccentricity comes in a lot of different colors, flavors, and intensities. I want to be like those eccentric French countesses constituting the 'colorful' characters in historic mystery novels, or cranky, dotty old Southern gals on the order of Ouiser Boudreaux. It's my goal in life.
I recently began re-reading Asimov's Foundation series. I'm planning to redo the whole thing, which I had already managed before the middle of my junior year of high school. This was followed by the Robots; after that, I picked up Dune and continued through the entire set as authored by Frank Herbert himself, rather than those co-authored, ghosted, or written by his son. (That's on the order of reading Christopher Tolkien's stuff...ouch, that just derailed into total geekspeak, didn't it? If you're still with me at this point, the Force is strong with you and you probably have your nerd stripes anyway.) I finished JRR Tolkien well before high school...and re-read The Lord of the Rings in its entirety before "The Fellowship of the Ring" came out- but I still can't get through the bloody Silmarillion.
One of my shortcomings, and this could well cost me my cred to some degree, is that I forsook gaming long, long ago. On Easter Sunday, though, an idea so profoundly sacrilegious hit me that I almost couldn't say it- I walked out of my bathroom and asked The Boyfriend, "What do you think Jesus would have to roll for resurrection?" Without hesitation, he replied, "Natural twenty." On the off chance that you didn't get it, grab the nearest nerdy member of your family and ask. They will probably a.) roll their eyes, b.) groan, and c.) eventually laugh. I hope.
There's a trend in higher education to test certain things by putting students into SecondLife or other virtual realities. Again, I may lose my cred over this, but I have no need to live in an online reality. Actual reality is more than enough work for me. I have a couple of exes who are such hardcore gamers that they've really lost track of the feeling of sunlight on their skin and interaction with living, breathing people. I'm not a 'people person' per se, but jeez.
A few years ago, an ex-boyfriend and I were rummaging through a comics shop in a city near his home. I struck up a conversation with the owner, who had known him for years. We had a long debate about Golden-versus-Silver Age comics, during which I managed to respectably defend my points of view. As we made for the door, he called my ex over and I heard him whisper, "You'd better keep her. She's an actual Fangirl." It was flattering, because NerdWorld is still widely regarded as being a predominantly masculine domain.
Anyway, I'm off to delve into yet another round of reading. Having become somewhat bored with the pettier disagreements of the string theorists, I'm taking a little break to read Frank Close's AntiMatter, along with a cheesy historical mystery or two. Once I've burned through those, I will turn my attention, once again, to my old buddy Isaac.