The post was called “The Blog that Wasn’t” (which you can find here) and she said this about me and my site:
“When I need a nerd fix, Scott’s my man.”
Now, I’ve considered myself many things in my life; but never “nerd.”
Yes, I would say I’m a snob. I can get behind “snob.” I have all the earmarks of a snob! I could have it tattooed on me without a problem. It could be on my arm near where my sweater vest ends (yes, I am wearing a sweater vest), or even above my reading glasses, right on my forehead. Let me give you some examples of my snobbery:
- I have in my dining room pictures of some of my favorite authors, and many times I have used them as a test for visitors. If, for example, you call Mark Twain “Einstein” well, you might not be invited over again.
- I have been known to tease my friends who praise Twilight on their Facebook pages. (And they should be teased, especially if they are an adult.)
- I write novels (while adventurous and surprising) that contain art, music, and literature references.
- On my desk I have a Shakespeare action figure and an autograph of Woody Allen.
- Oh, did I mention I have a master’s degree?
You see, I sing snob!
Growing up it was never hard to pinpoint what makes a nerd. We had the film Revenge of the Nerds for that. Now while I could never consider myself very athletic, I also wasn’t Arnold Poindexter. I never had a pocket protector, but I was an introvert; usually choosing a book over interaction with others. For example, when I was reading too much, my mom would sometimes send me out of the house to visit a friend; but many times I would bike over to the park, find a tree or park bench, and continue to read that very book. And when I did this, let me note, my shirt was not all the way buttoned to the top.
Yeah, I was not a jock, nor wanted to be one. I only attempted once to take part in sports in school. It was track and I made the “misfortune” of choosing hurdles. Once I scrapped up my knee doing it, I was done. No letter was worth that! And while I had no problem walking away, I know my dad (triathlete and all-around jock) died a little inside that day.
The funny thing is that the stuff that people consider “nerdy” today I fell into, not choosing to follow the fads like everyone else… and I might have written about some of them already on my site. (Okay, a lot.)
- Star Wars? I grew up on it. And while I disliked the prequels, I am excited about the new upcoming films.
- Star Trek? I saw and owned the movies, but I didn’t watch all of the shows on TV. I loved Deep Space Nine and Next Generation, but Voyager I thought was silly. (Seriously, how did they keep bumping into the same people if they were speedily flying towards home?)
- Lord of the Rings? I adore the films, but I grew up with Tolkien’s Middle Earth, reading the books almost yearly. I knew hobbits when they only could exist in my mind, as compared to in Lego.
- Sherlock Holmes? Again, I found this series as a reader, now the dude is everywhere.
- Game of Thrones? Recommended by a friend to read, but I would never consider myself a super fan. I’m more intrigued to see where Martin is going and if he can pull it off. Right now, honestly, I am skeptical. (Let’s be honest, the last two books were pretty weak.)
- Science Fiction? My favorite stories of Ray Bradbury were not the space ones. Dandelion Wine is a masterpiece. (His sequel to it is an embarrassment.)
- Superheroes? Well, that is more tricky and I blame a pediatrician.
I found superheroes around the same time I became a dad. My son was about one or so and his doctor recommended we find something for him to sleep with, claiming it would help him get through an entire evening. He told us as well to not choose a plush toy, try to find a solid action figure.
Well, when I took my son to the store, he immediately latched on to a Spider-Man and an obsession for him began. When he was able to talk many of his questions were around superheroes. I knew some of it thanks to movies growing up (Christopher Reeves as Superman for example), but I was never a collector save during that summer when Batman (with Michael Keaton) came out. But all of my friends were doing it! And I buckled under the peer pressure; then later selling all of those comics on ebay.
I have a friend who is a diehard collector and I have been known to reach out to him for answers to my son’s questions, but suddenly I found that they began to inspire my own questions.
Now, I still don’t collect comic books, but I do have my own quirks around them. For example, I love Graphic Audio’s audiobook productions (you can read a post I wrote on them here with recommendations; seriously check them out)… Yet, I do have Superman socks (a Christmas present from my kids), and one or two shirts, but they are mainly only to be worn on the weekend.
Superman has become my favorite superhero. There is a wonderful loneliness quality to the character that I find intriguing. In some way, it is the dark version of Joseph Campbell’s Hero Journey (you see, another snob reference), since he is so alone and will always be alone. And while I think it would be fun to write a screenplay around Captain Marvel (I wrote about that here), there is something really inspiring to me around Clark Kent.
What do I mean? Well, consider this question- Is he Superman pretending to be Clark Kent or is he Clark Kent pretending to be Superman?
I love that!
And you can see that question play out in the hundreds of different interpretations of the character. (Truthfully, I think he is somewhere between the two, again a lost soul finding his way.)
So while, I am a a fan of that character and some of his DC friends, I couldn’t tell you what the Speed Force is that The Flash uses, why the Green Lantern has issues with wood, and exactly why Bruce Wayne never had a therapist growing up (Alfred dropped the ball on that one).
(Oh, and also, I now have Superman checkbooks, but I had no choice really. My wife and I both had checks that were the exact same and it made life a little confusing. So I had to get a different style to make it easier. And the bank happened to have Superman checks. That is all. No biggie. You don’t need to look into that at all. Superman checks. Yup.)
When a person points to nerds today, they turn to The Big Bang Theory. It’s a weird show in some way, not certain exactly if we are laughing at the smart members of our society and mocking them (making us the jocks in the Revenge of the Nerds) or if we are rooting for them. See, I can’t really say. It seems to change from episode to episode.
Whatever the case, I can’t consider myself part of their fold. Honestly, I’m not that smart. I have very little logic residing in my brain, and if I didn’t make lists I would get lost or forget most things.
So wait! Should I be aspiring to be a nerd?
Things were so much clearer in the 1980’s.
Alright, maybe I am a nerd…
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