What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

Jerry Potter and the Fierce Fandom October 19, 2018

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

  1. How I became enough of a nerd that I knew exactly what they were talking about and
  2. 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?

Should we allow children to paint lightning bolts on their heads and parade around as Jerry Potter? No! (more…)


I Hate Spoilers: Your Friendly Wednesday Morning Rant December 4, 2013

I hate spoilers. I often even say “Spoilers” in my best River Song impersonation from Doctor Who. If I say I am in the middle of a book and you tell me “Oh, just wait until Jack Butterbutt dies. That’s when it gets really good,” you are in fact risking your life. (more…)


My First Love March 30, 2013

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When I was very little, I was obsessed with “Star Trek: The Next Generation.”  Each week on new-episode-night, I would keep myself awake in bed (and usually my sister in the process). Right before the show was about to start, I would creep downstairs and whine that I couldn’t sleep. (Sorry Mom!) My Mom would let me curl up on the couch, and if I laid just right I could keep one eye open and watch the episode while pretending to be asleep. I was a very clever child. When it was over I would get carried to my bed where I would sleep peacefully for the rest of the night dreaming of going where no man has gone before.

I worshiped Jean Luc Picard. He was my hero. I wanted to be Deanna Troi. I went to a Star Trek convention in costume. And I fell in love. (more…)