Much of the culture from when I was but a lass has changed as expected for twenty-plus years of the time change. Some for positive, and some just haven’t really changed, and in some ways, it’s actually gotten worse. When I was a kid, you didn’t talk about your nerd habits. It was assumed you were going to get bullied pretty hard if you admitted that in your free time, you recreated the Battle of the Bulge with legos in your bedroom during your free time. Now with shows like Big Bang, it’s “ok” to be a nerd. Unless you really sit down and analyze how much Big Bang pokes fun at being intelligent and anti-social. I’ll admit I’ve never watched it. I'm not too fond of it when someone tells me that something is funny or I should watch it. Laugh tracks annoy me.
So like a lot of Nerds, I had a few areas I considered to be my forte. Starting with Role Playing Video Games and Lego toys before moving into a modest obsession with Marvel’s Excalibur comic line. From there, it just spiraled into all Marvel comics, still mostly focused on the X-Men. I hear Wolverine is a metaphor for being gay. It’s OK, some fat guy told me. Which by the way, should you ever get a chance to work with Kevin Smith, you should take the chance, or at least pay him to talk in front of you for a few hours, and it’ll be worth your time.
I loved roleplaying games on my NES and SNES. In the console wars, I owned Nintendo, but in the aftermath, I was a SEGA fangirl. I often felt cheated because Dragon Quest didn’t release as quickly in America as it did in Japan. Square was an alright developer, and I enjoy Final Fantasy IV, Final Fantasy VI, and Chrono Trigger. But I will always be an Enix die-hard first and foremost.
Anyway, after playing through the terrible story that was Final Fantasy VIII, I realized that video games couldn’t hold the same thrill as other media forms. It was about this time that I really started getting into tabletop games like Dungeons and Dragons. I had played AD&D before in middle school and a bit in high school, but it was the stuff kids play when they’re just getting into something. IE, I didn’t really fully understand it. I had the monster manuals, I love monster manuals, and started to read those. My tentative writing at this point was pretty terrible, but I started to take the ideas in the AD&D monster manuals and apply that knowledge to the monsters in my fantasy short stories. It didn’t really help my storytelling ability, but it got me to realize that writing and world-building were infinitely more fun than playing a terrible story made by someone else.
So I started to write up short sessions and dedicated myself to learning how to be a Game Master. I also took it upon myself when possible to educate others in my hobby, because what’s more fun than seeing a person who used to have blinders on open their eyes and see the world that their imagination can create. At least for me, there’s nothing funnier.
I still try and keep up with comic books, really just the Marvel movies minus the crap Faux puts out, though they’re owned by Disney now, so, huzzah? And I still play video games, but I’m not as heavy into either of those. When your primary genre of Video Games is Role Playing, and you’re American, you sorta have to suck it up and play the crap, and there’s a lot of that that comes out. Just because someone throws a stat system that can progress, they assume that’s a role-playing game. There’s more to RPGs than that. I’ve also been lucky in missing all the slop that’s dominated the airwaves for the past 10 to 20 years. I do miss out on good documentaries, sadly.
So I’m an incorrigible nerd when it comes to some things. Like all nerds, I have certain things that trigger me. I’m happy being a nerd, for the most part. But do I have the creds to be a nerd? Or am I simply a pseudo nerd? That’s up to you to decide. Either way, enjoy my books; there’s more to come. I mean, I could spend more time talking about my love of old-school Anime or Star Wars, but why turn this into a few thousand-word essays on things that piss me off?
Incorrigibly yours,
J.E. Flint