She-geek?

I've been couch-ridden all day with a combination of miserable symptoms that made an altitude of more than two feet from the ground unbearable. With not much to do besides knit (and even that was taking it out of me) Tom put in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. After that I managed to get up and make more ginger-laden soup, but was soon back on my back again moaning. Tom then put in the first X-Men movie and this time I was able to get up and clean the kitchen and even had a visitor for a short stay. However, following that excursion I was back on the couch (maybe for good) and there seemed only one thing left to do - create an Xbox profile and personal avatar.

I hold a certain disdain for technology - I tend to appreciate it enough when it is legitimately advantageous but even still want nothing to do with it personally. My iPod owning experience was short and I only bought a laptop when it was practically required in college. When I met Tom anything more complicated than facebook and Dr.Mario (the original) held no interest with me.

But ever since I got married my natural anti-social personality and inclination towards the ridiculous has been all that Tom has needed to draw me into his world of all things geeky and wonderful (my love for him probably gave him a foothold as well).

So tonight I made an avatar. She looks like me, her hair is big with curls and she's wearing big black boots. I indulged in some Bjork-like face paint and rainbow gloves for interest. I found myself taking to the controller a little too easily and fear that now that my avatar is in there waiting for me that I might actually play! And what's worse (although, I don't know what would be better) is that the game I'm most interested in playing is basically an interactive version of Battlestar Galactica... but with aliens; and it's an "RPG" (role-playing game) which I'm pretty sure are the geekiest of all games.

It was one thing to like geeks and geeky music and movies, it is quite another to actually act like a geek.

I don't think, at this point, any self-respecting geek would actually let me into there "club" (or whatever more geeky name they have for club; case in point: I don't know what that would be) but I do feel a shift from a critical, alternative-type person to a what-the-hell!-I-like-things-that-glow type.

So while I'll probably never be a geek. Maybe they're born geeks, I don't know. But I am definitely coming over to their side to check out the view. And it glows. And I like it.