This from the NY Times, which is now free, all of it, for everyone. Yay!
I confess, it took one viewing of Lord of the Rings for me to realize that whatever geek there was in me (and there was never much), is now deader than barbershop harmonies.
It was during the circle at the castle, when all the various Trolls, Elves, Dwarves, Masons, Elks, Moose and Squirrel pledged their sword and claw to Fredo's quest. I watched the scene play out and said, "What a lot of hokum."
A lot of my friends are seriously into this stuff but I just can't get as excited about a Marmulan with a photon speculum as I can about a hooker with a gun.
When we were out in Phoenix for Thrillerfest, I was surprised by the number of former D&D players who are now writing crime fiction, but maybe I shouldn't be. After all, stories are stories, and there are some great SF writers, just as there are great crime writers.
So, tell me, how healthy is your inner geek and where on the chart do you fall?
I think if I had to choose, I'd be somewhere down there with the Erotic Furries.
With a gun.
Now there's a story.