Over the last few months I have written a few posts about my geeky obsessions. Yes I freely admit that I do enjoy watching tales of monsters and mayhem weekly on Doctor Who. I will debate the merits of a pre-episodes 1-3 Star Wars Universe. While happily blogging from my own space; not my mother’s basement. In short my partner calls me a geek. Unlike alcoholics or intravenous drug users I don’t have a support group for my anti-social tendencies. Or do I?
GeekAdvancement.com is home to the Society for Geek Advancement. Founded by Shira Lazar and Lon Harris from the ideas put forward in the I Am Canadian beer ads by Molson Canadian. Shira thought to herself “Geeks out there deserve this too, eh?”
Well people it seems that Christmas has finally come. Here it is Christmas Eve. The presents are wrapped, the stress level is finally starting to drop and Christmas cards are being opened and hung for everyone to see.
The subject of cards got me thinking about all the wonderful off beat Sci-Fi cards I had received over the years. Here is a selection of the best from the net that I could find.
Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Rockin’ New Year!
A little something for a Dexter Christmas? (Via Cracked)
This first one strictly speaking is not a Sci-Fi themed card the from the guys at Cracked.com. But more to the taste of a serial killer with a Martha Stewart flair! Why not use Scotch brand tape to decorate your latest kill for the holiday season. Yikes! Better call out Scooby and the gang, old man Pederson is killing cheerleaders again!
For any of you who have read my blog for any amount of time will already know I am an unrepentant and incurable geek. It’s a sickness I’ve had since I was a grade school boy who grew up with Star Wars (the original un-fucked Han Solo shoots Greedo first version thank you very much George Lucas), Space 1999 and tales of a show called Star Trek that went off the air before I was born.
So it was around that time I first discovered the doctor. Kids would come to school telling tales of a British program they had seen on TV Ontario, about a man who travelled around to other planets in a phone booth. Not only could he travel to distant stars he could also go back and forth in time! He was Dr. Who, a Timelord who would solve mysteries and could not be killed. What slightly intelligent and socially maladjusted kid wouldn’t love that!
David Tennant as The Doctor standing outside the Tardis.
They say sometimes that the biggest part to getting help is admitting you have a problem. It’s the cornerstone of twelve step programs everywhere. The idea being that you can’t begin the process of recovery until you admit that you are a seriously broken and flawed human being.
Well here I am world I admit it I am a geek. The problem is though I don’t want help. I love taking the time to wallow in utter geekdom, being a partner to one who is seriously NOT a geek leaves me little time to indulge my inner fan boy.
Well I guess my little exile has had a few bumps and bangs, but yet here I am with another post to keep the dream alive.
I had to answer some pretty serious questions today, and to a very important person. No I did not get pulled over for speeding, or indeed questioned in an ongoing murder investigation. It was much worse than that. Much worse indeed.