Geeky Moments

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The Geek Who's Denying They're a Geek...which of course totally makes them a geek.

I just don't understand. Why does everyone call me a geek? It just doesn't make sense to me. Geeks wear those hideously nerdy glasses and dress up as Star Trek characters during Comic-con. Do I know what Comic-con is? Sure! I've dreamed of going there since I got my first rare, original Boba Fett Star Wars action figure when I was 15 years old. Would I dress up as Princess Leia in slave gear though? No. It's been done to death. The real creativity is in the more obscure characters anyways. I mean seriously though. Geeks freak out when they see the guy who played the third stormtrooper to the left of Darth Vader in the Death Star. Not me. I mean, if he was walking down the street and I just happen to have my camera with me, would I get a photograph and then make extra copies to hand out to all my friends at the midnight re-release of Star Wars in 3D? Sure! But so would anyone in their right mind, right? Still doesn't prove I'm a geek. Just because I freaked out a tiny bit when I saw that the awesome replica of Galadriel's ring of power, Nenya, was for sale in my size and I got a normal engagement ring didn't mean anything. I explained to my husband that it was purely because of my fine appreciation for the attention to detail that they managed to portray. Did I think it actually would grant me long life and powers that could defeat all my enemies? No. Hello! That was the One Ring of Power. But everyone knows that. I guess I'm just trying to say that I don't think it's appropriate to call me a geek when it's so obvious that I'm nothing of the sort. Oh sure, sure. Sometimes, when I'm driving alone down the road and hear the hum of my engine, I pretend that I'm driving my X-34 Landspeeder across the sandy dunes of Tatooine in search of my rogue astromech droid. But does that make me a geek? I seriously don't think so. So, now that I've made my point, you'll have to excuse me. There's a thirteen hour Smallville marathon beginning and I can't find my Hobbit feet slippers. Oh well...I guess I'll just use my Transformers Bumblebee micro-fleece collectible blanket.