Moderately Geeky - Slightly Nerdy

I'm not sure what the consensus is on the definitions of geek versus nerd, but I perceive a difference.  It's a slight difference, though, because the nerdy often leads to geeky, or perhaps it's the other way around.  My love of reading would be considered nerdy, right?  Yet, when that love of reading transitions into a fascination with RPGs on my PS3 system, I think that takes me over into the realms of geekdom.  My fascination with history and science is nerdy, yet when those interests heavily influence my writing and result in fantasy or science fiction novels, that's geeky, too, right?

So, yes, I'm a bit of a nerd.  I put a lot of time and effort into my schoolwork.  I add documentaries in my Netflix queue (still hoping Waiting for  "Superman" shows up soon).  I seek out articles discussing scientific discoveries.  I add the occasional history or how-to to my bookshelves for research purposes.

Yet, I believe the geek in me far outweighs the nerd.  Here are the reasons why...
  • I love Stars Wars.  Well, I love episodes IV, V, VI.  The first three episodes are pretty to look at, but the story itself failed to live up to my expectations.

  • The SyFy Channel has been known to take over my DVR. Some of my favorite shows have been (and a few continue to be) FireFly, Stargate Atlantis, Stargate Universe, Eureka, Warehouse 13, Sanctuary, and Caprica.  And I'm hopeful I'll be able to add this one to the list:

  • Also a fan of the following programming..

  • I read a lot of science fiction and fantasy. The links to my Goodreads bookshelves is by no means conclusive.  There are many titles I've read but haven't yet added to the site.  (I should, though, as it will prevent me from purchasing books I already own.) 
  • I play video games.  While I'm admittedly bad at first shooters, I'm decent at the RPG games like Final Fantasy, and I enjoy games like PacMan and Little Big Planet. (And, for the record, I'd like to get better at first shooters so I could play games like Duke Nukem Forever and Dead Nation without dying as soon as I take my first step.)
  • I enjoy dressing up for the Renaissance Festival. 
 (I'm in the gown.)
  • Writing conferences provide the perfect excuse to have your picture taken with some favorite fictional characters.  (I'm not sure I'll ever get up the gumption to actually dress as a favorite character, but I suppose it's not completely out of the question.)

I'm sure there are other things that I enjoy reading, watching, or doing that would cause others to label me a nerd or a geek, but I can't think of them off the top of my head, so it looks like the lists stops here.  Feel free to add anything I forgot to mention in the comments section!

    Summer Fun

    Although the calendar may disagree, summer officially began in our house on Monday. You see, for us, summer begins when the kids are out of school, when we no longer have to rush them through breakfast and the morning's standard grooming protocol, when we aren't stressed about missing that dratted bus that never seems to arrive at the end of our driveway at the exact same moment every day.  Yes, for us, it's the absence of school-related stress that is the true indicator that summer has arrived. 

    Our first weekend of the summer started out with a baseball tournament.  Gage and his cousin, Keagan, are playing for the 10U travel team this year.  They've already had several games, even a double-header or two during the middle of the school week. However, it just so happened our first tournament of the season wasn't until this last weekend.

    They did okay.  Lost the first two games on Saturday, but came to the fields with a little extra something on Sunday to pull off a win.  Afterward, the team got together for a cook-out and some poolside fun.

    We won't mention how the following Wednesday games went.  We're just going to move along and avert our eyes.  Although, seriously, how cool for my nephew to finally get his chance to pitch during a game...and for my boy to play second base?  Shhh.  We're not talking about it, remember?

    The other child is around here somewhere, too.  No sports-related pictures to post, though.  He doesn't play little league baseball like his brother, not after that fateful summer when he was nailed a time or two by a wild pitch. If you'd like, though, I could scrounge up a picture of him playing video games or shooting hoops in front of the house. 

    Just so you don't think my entire life is consumed with my children's sports schedules, I would also like to mention that I'm doing my thing, too.  You know my thing.  Reading.  Writing.  Playing video games. 

    Okay, for the most part - so far - this summer, it's been reading. Right now I'm working my way through The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  I don't know what possessed me to read this, but I'm glad I picked it up.  It's not something I'd want to read all the time, but I'm fascinated by the legends. (For those who have read it, I'm midway through the Son of the Evening Star section.)

    In addition to Hiawatha's tales of adventure, I'm also reading Toni Morrison's The Bluest Eye. 

    The Bluest Eye (Vintage International)


    This time, instead of reading it for class, I'm reading and discussing it with a woman from Kazakhstan.  We first were introduced to each other through one of my graduate courses.  After the class ended, she contacted our instructor asking if she knew of anyone who might be interested in continuing the reading group.  Of course, I jumped at the chance. 

    So there's that. 

    I guess the only other thing left to mention is the work I've been doing on transcribing my great-grandparents' letters, stories, and poetry.  I'm almost done with one of the spiral-bound, type-written volumes they put together before their deaths.  I can't tell you how amazed I am each time I sit down to type. 

    Goal Checking

    Remember these?  I figured it's time to see just how much progress I've made...
    1. Complete the final edit on my alter-ego's first self-pubbed paranormal romance novel. Once this is accomplished, I will be releasing it on Amazon in both print and e-book formats. 
    This should be the easiest to accomplish.  I just need to sit down and go through the marked-up copies I have in my possession.  So why haven't I?  Good question. 
    1. Complete a few more chapters on the collaborative story I'm writing just for fun with my younger cousin.  
    A-ha!  This is one that I can actually say I've made progress on.  We've been slowly adding to the story.  In fact, I have it on my agenda to work on this tonight when I get home from work. 
    1. Work on the story bible for my fantasy novel - the very same fantasy novel that will not get out of my head, yet, at the same time, will not fall gracefully onto the page!  It's working title, for future reference, is Between the Heavens and Earth
    If thinking about it counts, I've made progress. 
    1. Either rework what I already have written on said pain-in-the-arse fantasy novel or start fresh from page 1.   
    Um.  Nope.  Nowhere near ready for this type of work on the WIP.

    A Weekend in Review

    It doesn't happen very often, but for once we were free to do as we liked.  Mostly.  There was one little family obligation to attend to, but it was rather enjoyable, so all's good there. One of my many nephews turned five.

    Cute little bugger, isn't he?  I think so, too.

    With the exception of his birthday party, we had a weekend to ourselves.  On Friday night my oldest attended his first school dance and went home with a friend.  This, of course, meant my youngest just had to have a friend over to spend the night. 

    Saturday was mostly spent cleaning the house and, for the hubby, working in the yard. I stopped short at mopping the floors, though.  I figured there was no sense in wasting my time because my hubby had decided it was a bonfire kind of night.  Knowing that I was going to have people running in and out of the house with dirty feet or shoes on, I really didn't see the sense in scrubbing the hardwood.

    We ended up with six kids that night.  Do you have any idea how much six boys can eat? 

    After the extra children went home, it was time for me to take the oldest boy shopping for some new summer clothes.  I really didn't have a choice in this.  The child refuses to stop growing.

    I think we ended the weekend in front of the television with grilled hamburgers.  Yummy.