A Day For Geeks

Yesterday, my dearies, was a combination holiday for me. May 25 is the (original) Star Wars Day, Geek Pride Day, and Towel Day! Wheeeeee!

Growing up, I was surrounded by awesome nerd culture. My parents both loved sci-fi (my mom more so than my dad), and I was raised on a fairly steady diet of Star Wars, old science fiction movies, and Star Trek (both TOS and TNG). Oh sure, I wanted to be a princess, but only if I got to be Princess Leia. Or her best friend who wound up with Lando (who was a close second to Han Solo for me). Our kids would play together, and we’d all make fun of their whiny Uncle Luke. What could be better?

My dad grew up during the ’50s, so he spent many Saturday afternoons watching the monster movies. His favorites (and mine as well) were the ones featuring “Science! Gone! Wroooonnnnnngggg!!!!” So, as a child, I saw most, if not all, of the Godzilla movies (not to mention any other number of “kaiju” movies). And movies like “Them!” “The Day The Earth Stood Still,” “The Fly,” and “X: The Man With X-Ray Eyes” traumatized him enough that he felt it was his fatherly duty to share them with me (and yes, I know “X: etc” came out in the 60s). Rather than being traumatized (because, seriously, I was 5 and knew how hokey they were), I was instead fascinated. I still think that all scientists are, indeed, mad (mad mad MAAAD!) and regularly request that my science-nerd best friend figure out how to make tiny clone-monster versions of me.

Star Trek was my mom’s thing. And she was an expert. I’m not quite as up on my ST knowledge as she was, but I can still pull the really obscure reference out of my ass if need be. I was in the Challenge program from 2nd grade through high school, when I started taking AP classes, and I remember clearly the first computer animation I created when I was in 3rd grade. I believe we were using Apple 2Es, and saved everything on those gigantic (literally) floppy disks. I created an animation of the Enterprise (I think I created the NCC-1701-A, since “The Voyage Home” was my favorite movie EVAR!) blowing up a Klingon Bird of Prey. Man, I wish I still had that. 

Towel Day is, of course, in reference to The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams. This is something I came to later in life, so it’s not part of my formative years or my creation as a nerd. But it’s still something that’s become a part of my everyday life/conversations (which are riddled with quotes and references to all things pop culture). Also, it presents a pretty good female character in Trillian, which makes me happy.

Granted, this is a very limited scope of geekdom. But for yesterday, it’s pretty good. And relevant to me. So pffft.


I. Won’t. Be. Soothed.

Much excitement in my little geekgirl world today. Daria was finally released on a legit DVD set. All the episodes, both movies, and other assorted goodies. *squee!!!!!!!!x1000000000000* (I don’t even know what number that is…)

Given my current financial state, I won’t be able to afford this for a long, long, painful time. And I need to introduce my boo to this show (he didn’t have cable after 1994, so he missed a lot of thing pertinent to our generation). But…nope… none for me.

The main thing that occured to me while reading everything I can about this DVD release is that, really, the time frame seems off. For some reason, Daria exists in my head as something that I started watching at a much younger age than 13. But Daria and Jane were (and kinda still are) my sheroes. And I find myself still quoting things from the show that no one remembers, like “Magical talking toilet? Have you seen Daria?” and “There are serial puppy kickers out there!” So maybe they’re timeless.

For some reason, I remember watching this show with my bestie growing up (who was no longer my bestie by 1997). Maybe that’s projection; maybe I want Daria to be part of some non-trendy thing that helped shape me as a person, like my love for stripping (age 4) or my proclivity for calling everyone “Daaaahlink” (age 7) or my knowledge of Beatles history (age 13). I think I want Daria to be something that I became attached to earlier in life than when I was the exact right age for it (on the opposite end of the spectrum, I didn’t get into Buffy until it was off the air, making it not right for my age. Hmm.).

Even so, I still love Daria. And I credit the show with helping me make it through high school. I wasn’t a total misfit, but I was in the outcast class. Other than being in band, which (at my school, at least) helped unite the social castes, I was put in the “OMGZ what is she wearing?” group. The easy target. That “tall, scary chick” who wore JNCOS and wore the gigantic ball-bearing necklaces(until my senior year when I discovered that my legs were fan-freakin’-tastic) while loving classical music (oboes FTW!!!) and rap. 

I thank Daria and Jane for encouraging my love of lanky musicians. I thank them for letting me know that it was ok to be non-athletic, sarcastic, and, well, me.