So at my church there was a bunch of us playing a game called '5 Seconds' which if you have ever played it, you know that it is a highly intense game of which no nerd can truly find themselves uncompetitive whilst playing. My competitive streak being more evolved than most, and extra strong in force at the time, I was not about to be beaten especially upon the topic at hand.
~~~Name 3 superheroes in under 5 seconds.~~~
As I recall it, there were two or three people ahead of me, and none but one of them had any idea of anything superhero related. So the guy closest to me, the only one with any superhero knowledge, was about to take his shot at naming 3 in 5. I don't remember the 3 he named exactly, but it was something like, "Superman. Batman. Robin."
Competitive and well equipped with normally completely useless nerdy knowledge, I immediately piped up in defense of the commonly acknowledged differentiation between a sidekick and a superhero. I gallantly stood behind the not-so-selfless defense that if he had said Nightwing (whom we all know to be the grown-up Robin, Batman's sidekick, as his superhero alter-ego) that he would have totally earned the point and won the challenge, but since he said Robin he had obviously lost the round and it was my turn. In the end, after a few minutes of heated debate, (good to mention: I did feel a little sorry for my opposition as they were ill-equipped to fight such a formidable foe as I, but then I didn't feel sorry enough to not win) I won the debate.
Where the "nerd epic fail moment" occurred was directly following my victory in the Sidekick ~OR~ Superhero debate. It was my turn, and I had only 5 seconds to name 3 superheroes that had not been previously named during the course of the game. I had rehearsed my answer over and over and over again in my head during the debate aforementioned.
Sadly, I totally froze and could only name two. Needless to say, I hung my head very low in nerd-shame for the rest of the evening. Very, very low.
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A happily-but-strangly-addicted-to-sciencefiction geek blogging about sciencefiction; as well as the very real possibillity of cockroaches taking over the planet. Seriously, cockroaches will soon dominate the planet as we know it. Seriously. JK. ;)
Monday, March 17, 2014
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Saturday, March 1, 2014
My Friend: The New Whovian
Recently, a friend of mine has begun to watch Doctor Who from the 9th regeneration (Christopher Eccleston), and is currently racing through Matt Smith's time as the 11th regeneration.
I warned her that at the pace she was racing through Doctor Who seasons she was bound to experience some rather unfortunate side affects such as emotional trauma and feels whiplash.
She texted me the other day telling me about how awesome David was. I then questioned her as to what season she was in. She replied 4. I then replied with the picture you see to your right, and asked her how she was handling this. She told me she still wasn't capable to speak about it. I told her, that it has been years since I went through that moment for the first time, and I still haven't recovered, so I totally understood.
When she was approaching the switch from David to Matt, she began to tell me the woes of David having to leave, and how much she wasn't going to like Matt. I, being among the chiefest of Matt Smith haters at the beginning of his time as the Doctor. (I just couldn't hold out against the charming sadness that is the Doctor. Plus, his companions were terrific! "Hello Sweetie!")
Now, she is slowly warming up to Matt. She says that he just makes her laugh, and she just continues to grow to like him which is just as it should be. We almost talked ourselves into sending out a mass appeal to the land of Steven Moffat to have Steven Moffat somehow punished for destroying the feels of fangirls and fanboys everywhere... Then I thought better of it, because I realized he still has the 13 in his hands. Watch out, Whoniverse!
(I go by the John Hurt = 8.5 standard. Thus I reference Matt as 11 instead of his technically correct 12.)
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Epic Fail: "Warfare V.S. Worf Hair"
I tried, however pathetically, to make a joke based off the fact that "warfare" and "Worf hair" are very similar sounding... When I proposed the afore mentioned jest, the absence of laughter in the room led me to believe that my joke was obviously not as funny as I had led myself to believe... Alas, my journey as an up-and-coming comedian is going to be a long and arduous one.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Acknowledgments to the Masters
Star Trek opened us up to the imaginative possibilites lying just beyond the stars. His wonderfully, fantasic characters still keep us laughing, crying, and exploring the universe with them today. Thank you, Gene Roddenberry! We have enjoyed every voyage in space, the final frontier, seeking out strange, new worlds and new civilizations. Braving forward where no man has gone before...
STAR WARS was the beginning of a whole new era of imagination. A whole new world full of crazy aliens, amazing planets, twisted villains, relatable heros, and lovable sidekicks who exploded onto this planet in such a fantastically, epic way. Thank you, George Lucas! Your imagination has taken all of us on many epic journeys to a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
STAR WARS was the beginning of a whole new era of imagination. A whole new world full of crazy aliens, amazing planets, twisted villains, relatable heros, and lovable sidekicks who exploded onto this planet in such a fantastically, epic way. Thank you, George Lucas! Your imagination has taken all of us on many epic journeys to a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
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