I have to confess I am a nerd. I have been one for nearly all my life.
I loved Star Trek. I was devoted to all the series right up unitl “Voyager,” when I found I could not get past 20 minutes until I hit what Harlan Ellison called “the argh factor” — that point where you just have to scream in disgust. I tolerated the first couple seasons of “Enterprise,” and then wept when it was canceled just as it was hitting its stride. I have a complete set of all the movies on DVD, and probably in exess of 200 Star Trek books — including a 2′ stack of non-fiction, reference works.
I also have complete sets of “Buffy The Vampire Slayer,” “Firefly,” “Babylon 5,” and “Crusade” on DVD.
I was a huge comic book fan when I was younger, and recently reacquired my addiction. I collected “The Legion Of Super-Heroes” for about 15 years, and even then I was a latecomer — the team got its start in the late 50’s. I will go to my grave loathing John Byrne for his casual destruction of about 30 years of Legion history and continuity, a casualty of his ego-driven “re-invention” of Superman in the late 80’s.
But I can say with pride that one thing I have managed to avoid doing is making others suffer for my obsessions. They’re mine, and while I might try to “convert” others to them (Mary Katherine Ham, for example, gives me partial credit/blame for seeing and enjoying “Serenity”), I’ve never forced them on anyone.
That’s one of many ways I’m different from people such as Nicholas Cage, who decided to punish his first-born son with a lifetime of ass-kickings by sticking him with the name “Kal-El Coppola Cage.”
That’s right. He gave his son Superman’s Kryptonian name. As if the “Superman Curse” hasn’t claimed enough victims — it’s killed two and sentenced a third to being known as “the guy who probably deflowered Brooke Shields.”
As I said, I’m a nerd. But I’m not so much of a nerd that I am jealous that Cage beat me to it…