Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Jeremy vs. Nerd Rage

Look... I make no secret of the fact that I'm a pretty big nerd.  Comic books, science fiction, computers and gaming. I just about hit all the bases.

That being said one of the things that I have always felt good about is the fact that I'm not one of those uber-nerds.  You know the type.  The people that love something so much that they pretty much live and die by it, and they expect others to readily share in their nerdery.

The worst of those are the "nerd-ragers".  The people that flip their shit every time someone mixes up Star Wars with Star Trek, or god forbid doesn't know how many Robins there have been in the Batman comics, or that the term Green Lantern covers an entire corps of space-cops and not just one person.

You know those guys... and I have always been proud of myself that I wasn't one of them.

Until today.

Earlier, while browsing Facebook I saw that one of the comic book related pages that I "like" posted this picture of the full sized Lego X-Wing fighter that currently calls Times Square home.


The caption read simply: life sized lego tie fighter

Before I could catch myself I started seething.  My first instinct was to immediately "un-like" the page because this post was so egregious that they could no longer be trusted to post anything of value.  Or at the very least the person responsible for the post should be fired. or otherwise publicly have their nerd-card revoked.

I sat festering in silence while my brain screamed,  "THAT'S NOT A TIE FIGHTER!!!  THAT'S AN X-WING!!!"

Now, as if that weren't bad enough my internal tirade continued on about how Lego wasn't capitalized and that not only was calling it a TIE Fighter wrong they failed to capitalize any of the letters in the word TIE!  It's a FRIGGIN ACRONYM!!!  It stands for Twin Ion Engine!

I stopped myself before I started typing out the 17 page raging manifesto that threatened to burst from my synapses directly into the comments on the picture. 

*sigh*

Fuck... I am one of those people.  Damn it.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

This, is Memorial Day

His name is Donald Graves.  Those that know him best call him, Louie.  He has been a part of my life since I was young.

I have never met him.

He is my step-father's best friend and he was killed in Vietnam in 1967.

Today, as he does a couple of times a year, dad wanted to make the hour long drive down to Dansville to visit Louie's grave.  As always, he takes someone with him.  Up until today, I had never gone.  When he asked me if I would like to go I readily agreed.  It would be good to get the chance to spend time together, but at the same time I also understood the unspoken responsibility of accompanying him on this journey.


After we stopped for lunch we drove to the cemetery and after winding our way around we arrived.  I got out of the car and looked around.  Rows and rows of flags dotted the landscape.  Dad had already set to work doing some minor maintenance to the plaque that sits below the headstone.  I casually snapped some photos.

Once he had finished, dad stood up, put his tools away and walked back over to the grave.  I stood there with him for a moment and put my hand on his shoulder.  His voice cracked as he said, "He shouldn't be here."

Forty-six years later the pain was still able to push its way to the surface.  If only briefly.

After a few minutes, we hugged, he thanked me for coming with him, and we drove home.

So, before you fire up the grill, crack open a beer, or go spend money at some sales event, remember...

This, is Memorial Day...