There exists a subculture in the world that many people know about, yet few claim actual membership to. They are often locked away in their garage or basement tossing around the d20 and attacking their nearest foe with the force of the ancient Dwarven Magic Stone which adds 4000 attack points to their offensive. In between each roll of the die, they gossip about the future of Buffy and Spike’s relationship. They are stereotypically pale with long unkempt hair; they are unshaven and sport a little more padding around the waist. There are some who break the mold and are slender, masculine, tan and for the most part handsome. They are what make up the geekius genus.
Archive for August 9, 2006
Cultural Memoir of a Musician
I was going to start fifth grade in about two days when my mother came across a flyer that was a part of the packet of new student enrollment. It was a bright orange-salmon color with big tadpole looking marks all over it. It read, “Concert Band auditions begin August 24 in Mobile A. Please bring an idea of what instrument you would like to play.” Huh. Instrument. I could do that.
