I woke up in the middle of a dream this morning. Somewhere amidst the sound of my daughter knocking on my bedroom door with extreme urgency and the dog whining and nudging my hand to get me out of bed, I remember seeing a face in my dream that I haven’t seen in my dreams since I was in Junior High. I briefly exchanged assurances with my daughter about how I would give her a ride to school since she’d missed the bus and then I sat up and felt like smacking my forehead to see if that would cause brain function to restart.

For the love of God, why was I dreaming about Wil Wheaton?

I admit it, when I was my daughter’s age, and come to think of it… Wil Wheaton and I are about the same age, I had a huge crush on the guy. For this crush, the blame rests entirely upon my father.… [Read More]

Of Dark Alleys and Childhood Romance

The first indication that one might have that I am a complete and total nerd comes from simply walking into my house and looking at the kitchen counter. Right now, it’s in its natural state and I don’t wish to take a picture because there are empty crystal light packets sitting on it, so allow me to paint one with words.

Let’s begin with the end that you see when you walk into my house. Currently there is a purse with keys hanging off of it sitting there, next to it is the torx socket set that my husband bought me for Christmas and a Harvey Two Face pez dispenser. Beyond that, moving further from the door, we find a small can of air and a couple of bottles of water. This is followed by my winter hat, upon which sits my iPhone. Next to the iPhone are a pair of apple headphones, followed by my external hard drive, all of which are connected to my macbook.… [Read More]

The Soft Underpinnings of a Nerd.