Geek Goddess…

This blog has been privvy to a few confessional posts, but it’s time for a planet-shattering admission. Mea Culpa. Yep. MeCulpable. I’m guilty, I admit. It’s taken a while, but I’ve finally realised that I’m afflicted with  an uncommon strain of geekdom.

It’s so unfair…why couldn’t I have been whacked with the virtuouso stick, or infected with the cheerleader gene..? Oh no – the powers that be (presumably on a distant planet in a far flung galaxy) decided it was geek or nothing. Why the hell didn’t they bother to tell me?

I know, you are all probably rolling your eyes and wondering why someone who writes a real world blog that is about privatisation and other business boredoms, is hiding her inner geek behind a po-faced exterior. OK, I like science fiction and banking, but the two are not mutually exclusive, especially in today’s economy! It’s been a real shock for me!  I work up this morning and suddenly I knew what ‘cloud’ computing was. And no, it does NOT mean leaving your laptop in the rain! Moreover…yes, that was a word with 3 syllables. I might be a geek, but that doesn’t mean I grunt in binary…! More-o-ver…I actually know how to use social media…I have twits following me and I know my KLOUT score from my clobber. I want a Star Trek dressing gown and a Princess Leia beanie..and I’m excited about the prospect of zombie computing…and the fact that we are now able to send a satellite to photograph the surface of Mercury.  Oh, and of course I loved Avatar and the remake of Tron. Yeah, smug married people…you try and put that on a love.com profile and avoid the serial killers and the role-playing afficianados!

There is only one answer. Either I am in the throes of a deeply disturbing phsychotrophic crisis (a la Matrix) or else I should just embrace my inner geek and get with the IT programme…hmmm, perhaps is that the microchip in my head talking? Whatever, Schmatever! According to the aforementioned powers that be…it’s the geek who will inherit the earth!  You have been warned.

This post was inspired by ThinkGeek. And yes…I do want the Star Trek dressing gown…

Star Trek…

I adore Science Fiction. So much so, I even studied it at Uni as part of my degree. Bug-eyed Monsters, The Green Lantern and Bladerunner all have a special place in my heart. Now before you get completely the wrong idea, I’m not quite ready to don lycra and attend conventions as a warrior queen from the planet Zorg. Still, it’s fair to say this intergalactic love affair started young.

When I was a kid, Betamax and VHS were vying for supremacy, but for those of us whose parents hadn’t quite got round to getting a video machine, there was always cine film.  I’m not quite sure whether Star Trek was the only thing you could hire during the cultural boycotts of the apartheid years, or if my dad was secretly modelling himself on Captain Kirk…, but one thing I do know.

My sisters and I always looked forward to Saturday, because this would mean a trip to our local corner shop, for crisps and a cooldrink, a weekend treat.  Then….’un-bear-able’ excitement as my dad picked up the hire projector and ‘shorts’, and turned our lounge into a cinema.  We would help to move the Tretchikoff picture off the wall, and arrange ourselves neatly in front of the sofa.  Anticipation mounted.  And as the projector began whirring, Gene Roddenberry would transport us to a world of space age heroics and alien encounters.

Like me, Star Trek made its debut 43 years ago.  Roddenberry wanted his series to show mankind what it might develop into, if only it would learn from the lessons of the past, most specifically by ending violence. Of course, this was lost on me at the time, but it makes sense now.  Star Trek was fairly progressive – many of the original episodes were allegories for the issues of the time in which it was made.

These cinematic adventures made a lasting impression.  As far as I was concerned Star Trek had it all – a racially diverse cast of strong alien and human characters, diabolical villains and groovy music.  And let’s not forget my ultimate favourite gadget – a transporter!  Gotta have me one of those. Just so you know… I’ll be first in line if they ever invent a safe way to beam me to another dimension.  Now, where did I put that light sabre…?