The Inner Geek

Well, it’s been ten months since I posted here. I would like to say that it was because I was reveling in the “lazy” part of my moniker, but in fact it’s probably been about the busiest and most diverse ten months of my life. Since September last year I’ve been shuffled sideways when supervisors thought I was at the point of violence, completed an online university course, experienced a spiritual awakening, seen the mosques of Istanbul and the Baha’i Shrines of Haifa, been robbed by sleight of hand and nearly arrested by the Turkish police for same robbery, been hospitalised and nearly died from a kebab gone wrong, flown a jet fighter, nearly fallen out of a helicopter, scored top marks on a university entrance test and become an integral cog in the machinery of governmental waste and corruption. Now, I think I’m ready to come back and write snarkily for the entertainment of myself and the odd exceptionally bored web surfer.

I want this post to act as an entrée to a series I will write wherein I explore my own nerdiness. As a young man growing up in country Australia, I was highly nerdy and eventually had a friendship group of other highly nerdy individuals, but much of the machinery and support structures of nerdery were missing. There was no comic book store, no Games Workshop, no computer club and no film club. Combined with my exceptionally narrow horizons and limited resources (perhaps a dollar a week until I was about fifteen) many lines of interest open to the metropolitan nerd were firmly shut to me. Essentially I managed to be nerdy enough to avoid kissing a girl until I was almost old enough to buy her a drink, but not nerdy enough to retain significant nerd pride as I grew older and the kind of people who hate nerds in high school grew more unemployed and pathetic.

So with this series I will throw myself into a few of those things I think I could have loved if fate had given me the chance. Things like D&D, World of Warcraft, and medieval re-enactment that sing to the more embarrassing parts of my soul.

First up – Warhammer 40 000.


UPDATE:
I completed the piece, but I'm submitting it for publication (despite the sinking feeling that it kind of sucks), so I can't publish it here. Rest assured that if it does suck, and no one wants to publish it, I will put it here, and libel the wise men who knocked it back in an attempt at humour.