Yesterday, while killing some time before heading to the theater to see Oz The Great and Powerful, the Nerd Cave Family pulled into the local antique mall. You probably have at least one in your town. The massive steel building crammed from floor to ceiling with junk, treasures, and everything in between. Like most, this particular store is made up of dozens (if not hundreds) of booths belonging to dealers of everything under the sun. If you’ve ever been to one, you know that one person’s definition of “antique” or “collectable” is often much different from yours.
I love magazines. ESPECIALLY magazines related to my various hobbies. Back in late 1990, I was freshly out of the U.S. Army and living in my parents’ basement. Oh yeah, I got that box checked on my Nerd Bucket List decades ago.
One day, my father earnestly informed me that he needed to have a talk with me. The seriousness of the look on his face had me convinced he was either going to tell me had cancer or was getting gender reassignment surgery. I sat on the couch and he informed me that after careful observation of my lifestyle, he’d concluded (cue the dramatic music) that I was “receiving too many periodicals.“
It’s a cold rainy Monday afternoon in November and you’ve got the day off of work. You’ve spent the morning running errands or doing chores around the house. Now it’s time to chill. If you’re like me, the absolute number one way to spend the afternoon is to ensconce yourself in a comfy chair with a big fleece blanket and a pile of books, comics, magazines, or all of the above.
When designing my dream nerd cave, my first priority was a comfortable place to read. However, the room still needs to function as a guest bedroom. The queen-sized bed that we had, while comfortable, took up way too much room. Plus, I’ve had too many reading sessions in bed turn into nap sessions, so I’ve got to stay more or less vertical.