We Built The Pyramids

So... is geek really chic? It's a fun question. Is it now cool to be into video games, dungeons and dragons, striped shirts, big rims (glasses, not wheels), science fiction, and corduroys? Why not - what there is not to love?

After spending a good amount of time - in a short while, mind you - blitzing through the wonderful television series Freaks and Geeks, I was rewarded with The Big Bang Theory Season One, a gift from a friend that, well, kept on giving. Regretfully, I have not had time to watch the "Guided to Geek Chic" bonus feature - busy as I am downloading WoW patches and re-watching the first three seasons of Battlestar Galactica in order to prepare for watching said show's fourth and final season - but seeing that the BBT season collection had such a thing as a featurette on Geek dress made me... start to think.

Now, I am a geek. Maybe not in the painfully obvious, and overblown, ways that the characters in BBT are, and a little less High School, and more a mixture of both the geeks and the freaks, as in Freaks and Geeks (my slavish devotion and rabid obsession with music gets me awfully close to freak territory - then again, the useless, nearly depthless amount of useless knowledge I possess about music probably swings me back towards geek - it's not physics, but I promise you, it's big and impressive...). But a geek, nonetheless. I own my fair share of esoteric geek material, such as a pretty fine collectioon of Dragonlance novels (and game materials), way too many BattleMechs, a bunch of the original Final Fantasy games for PlayStation (FF1 and FF2/4 being my faves), and Firefly and BSG and CSI seasons on DVD. We won't get into the bad movies I love.

TV shows like BBT make geeks fun, make 'em look cool. But me and you? We're not cool. Well, I am, but that's a different story. Then, it struck me... maybe I'm not geeky enough! I mean, this whole new geek world is supposed to be full of opportunities for us, like sex with scientific girls who play violin, and making out with cheerleaders, and all that jazz. I mean, am I missing something? Am I just too plan ordinary?

I have always been a fence sitter, one foot on one side of the yard, one foot in the other. I was never a full jock, never a full geek, never a full freak, never a full church kid. I was always somewhere in the middle, able to surf the social channels of high school with (relative) ease. Now, I got picked on a lot when I was younger, but as I aged, that changed, and by my junior year of high school I was pretty damned comfortable being the almost-jock/nerd/geek/churchkid/freak that I was. Does that mean I was everything and nothing, faceless, too homogenized to be exciting?

Nowadays? It's all rock music mixed with folk and metal. It's (not often) lifting weights afterwork and running on the treadmill mixed with (more often) weeks of being lazy, or (less often) walking the dog at that park or shooting hoops by myself. (and summer means hiking!!) It's Battlestar Galactica and World of Warcraft mixed with lots and lots of college and NBA basketball, cheesey and crude Judd Apatow movies, less crude but still corny Cameron Crowe movies, and The Who biography on DVD. It's t-shirts and jeans and work boots mixed with... sometimes a button down, but usually not much else. Maybe a sweater. It's geeky, boxy glasses mixed with a fading hairline and a goatee with the chin-strap, teeth all brushed and body all showered. It's fit everywhere else mixed in with a little beer tummy. It's cranky, silly humor mixed in with tempermental driving mixed with rapid fire wit and backporch, beer-and-cigarette philosphy, and long, late night conversations with good friends.

So, what I am trying to say, is that I am cool while being geek. Who know's if it's chic. Who cares? I can't quote physics equations, and I can't quote baseball statistics. I ain't tall, don't have good hair, and don't dress GQ. But I've got skillz on guitarz, Gheis and Choppy will make mince meat out of your Hordemoh little druid thing, and I can tell you that one of the original Beatles managers slept with the Beatles original drummer's mom, despite being 20+ years her junion, and whilst her son was still drumming in the band. Godspeed, Pete Best's mom. Godspeed.