As if my last post and the comments I replied with don’t already prove it, I realized just now that my entire life is extremely nerdy and dorkish.
Here’s a quick run-down of why I say this:
* I’m watching Dollhouse right now on the DVR (the latest episode, which aired tonight) and pausing it so that I don’t miss one freakin’ word of dialogue because I love this show so much and wouldn’t be able to stand it if I missed some little detail (it will be gone soon, as they CANCELLED it. Boooo!). Dollhouse is kind of a cult-ish, geeky show.
* I have a pile of notes on the chair next to me. It’s stuff I researched for my book. I’ve really been into figuring out the science behind my plot. I need to know how it was possible. So I need to really understand some of the nuances of genetic engineering, outside of science fiction. It’s surprisingly interesting to me, and I’m enjoying myself as I read up on stuff like recombinant DNA, stem cells, germ lines and knockout genes. Lately, I’ve been seriously considering going back to school. No, I’m not joking when I say this, but I’d like to study molecular biology. I know math is involved, so that’s the only thing holding me back from going for it. I’m afraid of math.
* The magazines on my coffee table right now: Fresh Home (because of the decorating thing) and Novel Writing. Not an US Weekly or Marie Claire to be found anywhere, sadly.
* I tried to cook chicken divan for dinner tonight, had to consult the internet. When that only confused me more, I needed to call my sister. She told me what to do, and I went to do it only to realize I don’t even have a covered frying pan (in which to pre-cook the chicken). How did I get this far without knowing what is in my own kitchen?!
* I’m obsessing about the final season of LOST. I’m reading crap all over the interwebs that’s driving me pleasantly mad.
* On my way home from work, I was merrily singing along to Weird Al’s “Dare to be Stupid” and “Nature Trail to Hell (in 3-D)”. Just how many 34 year old women are doing this at any given moment, I wonder…?
* I’m too dumb to have celebrity crushes on the usual suspects. Sure, I definitely appreciate me some Hugh Jackman and Johnny Depp, I really and truly do. But noooo, I always have to like completely obscure actors no one else cares about, at all. So I sound like a dork when I say, “Hey, so…who else is excited for Killing Bono to come out?” BLANK STARES. No one I know likes this guy. Just me. This makes me feel, yet again, like a geek. (And I am. Let’s face it. One of my all-time HUGEST crushes was on Wil Wheaton during the Star Trek: Next Generation days. Yup. You can ask my sister. I’m not proud of it– and yet, here I am admitting it for the sake of this post.)
* It gets worse. Speaking of Guys I Like: If I could actually date a celebrity, for reals, it would be Eric Wareheim. I am completely serious about this… the guy is hilarious!! And when I met him last year, I almost bit my own tongue in excitement. (For some reason, I can’t embed the photo, but you can see it on Facebook in my “Life in Hell” photo album. By the way…does anyone get the “Life in Hell” reference? Think bunnies.)
* A high school friend on Facebook recently messaged me to talk about my preference for Spuffy over Bangel. She says that girls who understand romance usually prefer Buffy with Angel. And that I’m “probably a masochist” because I happen to like when Buffy is bangin’ Spike. Mind you, this was a conversation all in good fun, and she didn’t anger me or anything. But it reminds me yet again that even when it comes to the Buffyverse, I’m in the geek minority on this one. I just think Spike’s waaaay hotter than chubby Angel. Any day of the damn week I’d take Spike’s English hilarity and hot torso over Angel’s obsessive brooding with the hair gel.
* I just SPAZZED OUT because…OMG… Cinda Williams Chima commented to me on Facebook tonight!! I told her I was “salivating” for her next book, and then like a nerd, corrected myself in a doofus-funny way, and she replied that “she too salivates over books frequently.” I literally squealed in excitement that she made a direct reply to my comment, using my name and everything. I would freak out if I could somehow get to know her, even in a little stupid way like Facebook. It’s because I admire her career very much, and love her novel structure. Not because I’m a creepy stalker-type or something… (nervous laughter)… at least, I don’t think I am…
* This is a perfectly acceptable Friday night for me. Go out, with friends? DO something?! Socialize and have life experiences?! Hell no. Not this girl.
After this, I will walk my dog like I do every night before bed and, if no one seems to be around as I’m walking, mumble some book dialogue to myself. Or I could let a little fart slip out, anonymous in the night streets. Either or. Both scenarios are equally probable.