Friday, March 4, 2011
Ok here's the thing... I'm not used to being a nerd. I'd classify myself as one of the "cool kids" if I may say so. Is that totally shallow & narcissistic? I don't mean it in a "I'm better than nerds" way because in some ways I am WAY nerdy too... just not in your typical dungeons & dragons kind of way. More like the squeel-over-vintage-pyrex kind of way. Or the know-way-too-much-celebrity-gossip kind of way. Which I know doesn't make me cool, I'm just going to move on before I put my foot in my mouth any more.
My brother on the other hand (& it's ok to say this because he'd totally agree) is a nerd. Which is why he'll make way more money than I ever will & could defend himself in a sword fight... both equally important qualities. He's the computer genius who sometimes forgets to talk English to me when discussing programming, he's the guy who read all the Tolkien books way before they were movies, & he's the guy who actually owns a kilt for the Renaissance Fair.
Busted. Ok fine, this is one GIGANTIC piece of nerdiness I have to own up to. I love the Renaissance Fair too. And it's all Sean's fault! I went once in high school expecting to scoff at the whole thing & hate it... but we had a total blast! And, as you can see, I did eventually cave on the costuming too by the time I was in college. *sigh* It's my secret shame. The mocking may now commence.