I was walking into my (current) home the other day, and there were two boys playing outside. By playing I mean they had a nerf gun and were trying to shoot each other, but that’s their parents’ problem.
Anyway, I walked past them when one boy said to the other, “No, you’ve got to duck. Like Leo or Neo or whatever.”
I stopped, looked dead pan at the boys, and said, “It’s Neo.”
(I swear I sounded like my evil adopt-a-grandparent.)
The boy said. “Oh yeah, thanks.”
I went inside questioning
- How I became enough of a nerd that I knew exactly what they were talking about and
- How I became so old and bitter that their pretending to be a character without knowing the character’s name really bothered me.
But then I realized I’m not crazy. They should know Neo’s name if they’re going to be looking to him for guidance on how to dodge nerf suction darts.
What would the world of geekdom be if we didn’t protect the names and honor of our heroes?
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