September 26, 2007 by Marj Hatzell
I’m not a 1337 geek (raise your hand if you know what that means) but I’m a geek.
I was a band geek. I was an orchestra geek. Heck, i was a liturgical music group and school show geek. Then I became a role-playing geek, a Star Trek-TOS geek (raise your hand again if you know what that means), a gardening and food geek, a sci-fi novel geek, an X-files geek (until they jumped the shark) and an all-around music geek.
I’m still a geek. I read Wil Wheaton nearly everyday (the geekiest of the geeks). I get excited about crosswords and sudoku. I’d rather spend my time reading than watching tv. Cultured? Not on your life. I’m just a geek.
I’m proud to be geeky. I love that I wear ugly glasses and do puzzles at my kids soccer game or that I play cell-phone video games when the husband is in a store and I’m stuck outside with the kids. I’ve taught Bug Boy video 21 (baaaaad mommy!). They watch Discovery Channel with me, love the weather channel, love to google stuff. Bug Boy is beginning to share the Star Wars obsession with his Daddy and soon will be introduced to Trek (pre-Voyager and Deep Sleep 9). Yeah, we are raising a budding geek. The best part about parenting? You can mess your kid to be just like you!
I’ll be proud if Bug Boy is a geek. Heck, so will his dad (who has an AV club AWARD, people! I only joined the group, I never got a certificate!). It’s chic to be geek. C’mon, you know you want to…