Those of you who have been reading this blog for some time would be shocked, I’m sure, to learn that I’m a nerd. It’s true.
Well, maybe you are not shocked at all. To that I stick my tongue out at you. No I don’t, because that would be mean and my Mom told me to never stick my tongue out at anybody. Still, I thought you were my friends. *sniff*
Well, I’ve always known I was a nerd, from my love of comic books, and Star Wars (before it was cool again), and science fiction, and learning, and even my *ahem* stink in the band. Anyhow, going through one of my old sketch books a few months ago reinforced just how much of a nerd I’ve always been (don’t let my sporty side fool you).
My notebook was filled with some geeky things, such as sketches of Batman and Robin, Spawn, and Snoopy. Going through that notebook also jogged a memory of a game I used to play with myself.
First of all, let me remind you these were the days before the Internet. We didn’t have entertainment at our fingertips. Got it? Good.
Anyhow, I used to play this game where I would take a die (6-sided, not the 12-sided nerdy kind) and roll it. On a piece of paper I had a column for each number, one through six, and I would keep a tally of each time the number was rolled. I would actually cheer for certain numbers to win. I guess 3 was my favorite number back then because I definitely wanted it to win. I even remember cooking the books in 3’s favor.
Pretty bad, huh? Anybody else want to share any geeky stories about themselves? I bet you can’t beat mine. ๐
The Struggling Writer 
What an awesome game!
Sadly, I was never that creative in terms of coming up with games and diversions. My kids are good at that, though.
Hmm, let’s see what I can pull up.
Oh! My brother and I used to race to see who could put their seat belt on first in the front seat of the car.
Most of the time we would get in the car, shut the door and put our hands on our knees.
Someone would say, “On you mark, get set, GO!”
As I got older and faster, my brother would immediately try to block the plug part of my seat belt while he used his other hand to pull his own seat belt.
It never came to fisticuffs, but there were times when it was close.
Other times we would start the race from the back door of the house. It was just a crazy, running free-for-all.
Sprint to the car, fight with the door handle, jump in the seat, slam the door, pull the seat belt, hope you won while screaming, “DONE!”
Good times, sw. I haven’t thought about that in a really long time.
That is awesome Cardiogirl. Thanks for the epic comment ๐
Just remembered this!
So many times the shoulder belt would lock because we were trying to yank it. I remember yanking that mofo over and over and then trying to slow down a little bit to unlock it, yet go fast enough to pull it all the way over and lock it down.
Man that was fun!
Lovely “geek”, Paul! ๐
I’ve always loved science-fiction and Star Wars.
One of my favourite ways to play was to draw sets of characters (men, women, children), cut them out and then imagine elaborate stories with them.
That is soooo cool Vesper. That’s more creative than nerdy/weird. You rule!
Star Wars is cool again? When did that happen?
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grrr. ๐
Batman? Pffft!
(God bless nerds)
Sorry Clark, I was a big Kal-El fan too.
My brother and I used to play detective agency. My other older brother would make up cases for us to solve. We got so into it, we actually believed in the reality of the cases.
That’s awesome Susan. Very cool.
Great nerdery! I was so beyond geeky. i def drifted over into downright strange. Some of the stuff i liked was riding around on my bike and trying to convince whoever my little pal at the time was that we’d somehow broken through the space-time continuum and entered an alternate reality where either everything was the opposite, or we were possible intruders, likely to run into out “selves” at any time and cause some cataclysmic wormhole collapse!
Another thing i did was enter the closet when my little sister was bugging me, only to emerge as my own evil twin who would then torment her and be really mean, and threaten to kill “nice me”, still presumably locked in the closet if she told our mom. She claims this scarred her for life.
Yes– way too much Twilight Zone & Start Trek.
thanks for sharing that pseudosu. another epic comment. i love the evil twin part.
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There is nothing wrong with comic books! Honestly, that is a whole different reading/writing style. I think it is highly undervalued…
And I don’t have a nerdy story to match yours at all… Although I have about every Harry Potter collectible known to man…
Have been religiously reading your blog but haven’t dropped by to comment in a long time.
That’s OK Kaelie. Hope everything is OK with you.