Time to come clean.

I have a confession to make. In previous blogs, I have identified myself as a geek. This is not true.

In all actuality, I am a nerd. I guess I got swept up in the recent popularity of geekery, and thought I could pass myself off as a geek. But I can’t. I just can’t do it anymore. The lying, the deception, the pretending to care about linux... it's just too much for me.

Not to say that I don’t occasionally engage in some geek behavior. For example, I recently downloaded one of the “inner tracks” from Katamari Damacy as my ringtone. (See also: blogging about math)

However, my nerdy behavior cancels this out. Example: blogging about the Dark Crystal sequel. And then, last month, I did the nerdiest thing ever. Something so nerdy that I can no longer in good conscience even pretend to be a geek.

I joined the Science Fiction Book Club.

That’s right. I joined a club where they send you actual books, with paper and covers and everything, and in those books are stories about dragons and mages and robot clones and crap.

What’s this? You don’t know the difference between geeks and nerds?* Jesus, what are you, normal or something?


*Because geeks now control the internets, most of the opinions you see today stating that geeks are higher up the social strata than nerds must be taken with a grain of salt. Of course, geeks will say that.

If I had the time, I would join some of the three billion chat arguments on the topic. But I have to get back to my book – Fafhrd is stuck in the howling tower with ghost wolves or some shit.