What’s up nerds? It’s been awhile since I’ve been here scribbling but I’m back…in more ways than one.
Typically late to the party, I only recently got on Pinterest. I guess I was in the camp of folks that thought it was an app meant mainly for the ladies…baby shower ideas, wedding stuff, mom tips, etc. Well, after a couple weeks with it, I can emphatically say that it might be the greatest thing to happen to nerds since Gary Gygax and Dave Arneson decided to print up some little booklets. Well, maybe that’s not a good comparison but work with me
What it is nerds? I’m back with a conundrum rolled up in some angst then wrapped inside a First World problem. This is a relatively new (for me) issue, so I thought I’d jump on here and do some out-loud thinking and maybe get some feedback from my seven loyal readers.
Here’s the deal: New Movie X is coming out on DVD/Blu-Ray on Tuesday. Should I spring for the Blu-Ray or buy it on Amazon as a digital download that gets added to my Amazon “Video Library?” As usual, there seem to be some pros and cons…
I didn’t take real good care of my teeth as a youngster. Remember the Cavity Creeps? “WE MAKE HOLES IN TEETH!” That was my dental situation pretty early on. I was that idiot kid that would wet his toothbrush at night and yell, “SURE DID!,” if my parents asked if I’d brushed. That master plan didn’t pan out too well later on in life, especially when I added U.S. Army dentistry into the equation. I shudder to even estimate the amount of money I’ve spent on keeping my piehole looking pretty and functioning as designed.
So yeah, I have alot of porcelin and silver amalgam in my head. Even have a dental implant way, way in the back. It makes me feel a little bit Terminatorish if I’m being honest. The rest of my body…not so much. Obviously, all this china in my head isn’t as durable as natural tooth. You should see my wife’s face anytime I crunch down on some hard candy or something. Not a happy visage. I can almost feel a telekinetic wave of psychic energy screaming, “IDIOT!” eminating from her eyes.
The title of this post is a line from the film American Splendor. Main man Harvey Pekar is a record collector and sells a few albums on the side. This was pre-Craigslist & eBay days so he mainly hits the flea markets and swap meets or trades with his collector buddies. He has an exchange with crotchety co-worker Mr. Boats in which he’s accused of holding back the primo albums from his collection and only selling the crap that nobody wants.
Well, duh Mr. Boats. Any collector worth his salt doesn’t easily part with the gems of his collection…that’s the point of collecting! And therein lies my dilemma. And yes, as you might have noticed if you’re a regular reader…I have a lot of dilemmas in my life. Apparently they’re my thang.
Well nerds, here we are. My two year anniversary as a world-renowned blogger, gazer of navel, and pusher of all things nerdy. Well, maybe not world-renowned. But I’m pretty dang renowned within my circle of 7 loyal readers.
BTW, if you don’t get the reference in the title of this post, then check out this video but please come back after you get done grooving to the sweet, sweet stylings of the Little River Band. Takes me back to the Summer of 78…
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Anytime you find yourself telling your spouse, “You’re not the boss of me,” you’ve gotta figure things aren’t going well. But those words actually exited my mouth last night and I thought I’d relate the story for your consideration. Discuss amongst yourselves.
What’s up nerds? I’ve been scarce on here lately and thought I’d jump on with a few quick tidbits. I know that YOU, my seven loyal readers, have been on the edge of your seats awaiting the dropping of knowledge…
Sometimes I do things that just make me shake my head and ask, “what’s wrong with me?” The most recent example of this dovetails well with my last post about the T.V. show, Collection Intervention. As I explained there, I tend to sympathize with the collectors in that show despite the fact that I think the producers want the viewer to go the other way. But if some chick rolled into my house and told me I needed to get rid of 1/2 my stuff AND I need to see a therapist, She’d get my size twelves right in the butt. But then again, a case maybe could be made that I do need professional help. Let me explain…
So I DVR’d the series and recently sat down to watch a mini-marathon. If you’re the stereotypical nerd collector-type, you’ll likely see a bit (or a lot) of yourself in the “hapless” souls featured on the show. And when I say “hapless,” I mean, “WOW, I wish I had that stuff!”