I’m a big geek. I think I somewhat established that throughout the nearly 5 years of my previous blog. However, I don’t think I really hit that truth home Babe Ruth style. So, here I am, pointing to left field and winding up for the grand slam.

I’m a GEEK. I’ve been a Trekkie for more than half my life. I’ve attended Star Trek conventions (notice the “s” that indicates multiple trips to said geek gatherings). My fan fiction has been published and sold at said conventions (I can pretty much stop this right now, can’t I?). I know that IDIC, PADD, and VISOR are all acronyms (and I know their corresponding definitions). I have almost the entire crew of the NCC-1701-E on my desk at work (in action figure form, of course). I also have Battlestar Galactica wallpaper on my work computer desktop. My mirror universe self is an even bigger geek (perhaps I’ll say more on that later; I’m still determining if the blog herd has been sufficiently culled of creepier readers [if you’re still out there and reading this, you know who you are, and the sooner you admit it to yourself, the sooner the treatments can begin]).

All that being said, no, I don’t live in my parents’ basement. Yes, I have a regular job. No, it’s not at The Android’s Dungeon. Yes, I have IRL relationships. No, I’m not defining IRL for you. I am a functioning member of society who just happens to really love the geekiest flavors of life.

What sparked all this confession today? The image to the right. I stumbled across it during one of my Internet perambulations. I own this shirt. I used to wear it out in public. I was snickered at by a troop of Boy Scouts while wearing it in a hotel that was hosting a Trek convention (because their little gold ascots made them so much cooler than us Trek geeks). I love this shirt. It’s now stored away with many of my other geek chic shirts (think the T-Shirt rack at your mall’s local Suncoast and you pretty much have an idea of my high school/college wardrobe). I should dig it out and snap a shot of me wearing it again, just for gits and shiggles.

Oh, and because I know you’re dying to know what all the excuses are, here you go:

1. Troi senses danger.
2. Trying to avoid Lwaxana Troi.
3. Q’s visiting again.
4. Playing Poker with Commander Riker.
5. Helping Geordi in Engineering.
6. Romulans crossed the Neutral Zone.
7. My communicator’s not working.
8. Attending Worf’s Klingon Rite of Passage.
9. Conference in the Captain’s lounge.
10. Solving crimes with Dixon Hill.
11. Helping Wes with an experiment.
12. Can’t violate the Prime Directive.
13. Playing Strategema.
14. Fencing with Picard.
15. Vacationing on Pacifica.
16. Trapped on the Holodeck.
17. Having tea with the Captain.
18. Explaining a joke to Data.

Damn, it feels good to be a geekster.